The lovely eighteen-year-old girl with the curly brown hair settled back into the seat of the old passenger train. She set her handbag on her lap, guarding it carefully. Inside was the only twenty dollars she owned, and a letter that held her hope for the future.
Carrie Corwin was leaving the only home she ever knew-an orphanage in Kansas City-to join a family on a remote Missouri farm. She had never met the Lane family, only knew about them from their strange ad in the Kansas City paper. What was it about the ad that had fascinated the girl and led to her secretly writing to them? She reached inside her handbag, withdrew their letter of invitation to her and found the old ad folded up inside.
She read it: "Lonely family with two teenaged boys seeks lonely girl. Strict discipline." After that was a rural mailing address. Then Carrie read the letter itself. It was from Dora Lane. The woman described the small farm and her little family, and promised to pick Carrie up at the whistle stop railroad station if she decided to come stay with them. The girl had dashed off a letter the same day, agreeing to spend a year on the farm.
Now she was alone in a passenger compartment of the train, and she carefully replaced the letter in her handbag ... right beside the folded twenty dollar bill that represented her life savings. The train began to move faster and faster as the Missouri countryside flowed past her window. She was completely enthralled by the entire experience.
The day was very hot and already she felt sticky and sweaty. Her panties seemed to clutch her young pussy like a vise. Carrie did a strange thing. She wanted her linen to be nice and fresh when she arrived, and she only had a few changes of underwear. Therefore, looking about to make sure that no one could see her in the otherwise vacant compartment, she rose off the seat and cautiously slid her panties down around her ankles.
Her hands moving swiftly she took them off. Carefully wrapping them into a small ball, she put them into the handbag. She felt cool now, and much more comfortable. She could slip into her panties as soon as the train neared the small whistle stop where the Lane family would be waiting to meet the train.
She could feel the air as it hit her young cunt and cooled the sweaty morsel that had never been touched in passion by a man. She delighted in the delicious feeling of the draft that played around her young pussy lips so much that she reached down and spread them slightly with her fingers.
She kept her hand beneath her skirt as she gazed out the window. After a while, the swift passing of the scenery lulled her into a sleep. She was dreaming of her new life on the small Missouri farm, picturing the two young sons of the Lane family. Perhaps-perhaps she would have a romantic love affair with one of them. The letter had said that Karl was twenty, and young George was her own age ... eighteen.
The dream seemed real, and the girl had no desire to awaken from it. Then the dream seemed to change. It became vulgar, as if one of the Lane boys was feeling her up, arousing her passion. She awoke with a start. Suddenly she realized there was a real finger in her pussy.
She started up in fright. There was a man in the compartment. His strong arms were around her. As she came fully to consciousness, she realized that the man was the train conductor who had shown her to the private compartment and taken her ticket. He was a young man with a full moustache.
"Just lie back the way you were, little girl," the man said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to make you feel good. How does it feel?"
"Stop it," the girl almost screamed. "It's ... it's not the right thing to do."
"Who the fuck's going to stop me?" the conductor said with a leer.
"I'll scream if you don't!"
"There's nobody in this whole car. I made sure of that in K.C. Why do you think I put you up in first class? Then I saw you sprawled all over the seat, with your hand up your cunt."
The girl stared up at him. His face wasn't all that bad looking. He was fairly young, and the look in his eyes was more of youthful need than cruelty or lust.
"Leave me alone," Carrie managed to say. Her voice came out steady, with only a trace of nervous quiver.
"No way," the conductor said. "Now spread your legs real wide so I can get my head down between your thighs. I'm going to make you feel real good."
"Your head?"
"Yeah. I'm going to eat your cunt."
"Oh, Please don't do that. It's bad. It's not nice. Please." The girl was on the verge of hysteria now. She had heard about such things, but didn't believe that people really did them.
The conductor, a big young stud, slapped her across the face. Her reluctance was making him angry, and the more she struggled the harder he squeezed her with his iron-like arms. The slap was for real, and it stung the surprised girl. "Spread your legs," he growled, "or I'll tie you up and rip your cunt apart."
His face had grown livid, and there was now a weird look of crazed passion in his eyes. The struggle had raised a sweat on his brow. He was panting, and the girl could see violence brewing inside of him like hot stew in a cauldron.
Trembling, Carrie did as he had ordered, parting her sweet young thighs. As the man shifted position, she saw for the first time the hugely throbbing bulge at the n crotch of his blue serge uniform pants. The trousers were so worn that they had acquired a permanent shine and this only strove to increase the obviousness of the man's feral heat.
The conductor reached to his crotch and began to unzip his fly. Then he stopped.
"Here! You do it," he ordered.
Carrie hesitated, but the man grew more determined. He balled his ham-like hand into a fist, and this time he struck her on the side of the face with the bony knuckles. She could see that he meant it. His eyes were like fiery coals. She grew numb with fear.
"P ... please," she gasped.
"Do it!" the frenzied young man ordered. "Do it or I'll bash your brains in and throw your body off the train."
Carrie fumbled with the zipper while the conductor fumed. Her trembling fingers felt the hot outlines of the pulsing flesh beneath, straining to be released. She had never seen a man's penis.
The pants were open now, and the hot-blooded conductor forced her hand inside. She fished around for the opening in his briefs, feeling the soft cotton material. It sent a wave of excitement washing up her arm and through her body. She found the fly, then snaked her fingers inside. Her hand came in contact with the hot flesh of his throbbing cock.
"Oh!" she gasped, her hand withdrawing involuntarily. She was in a daze. Was this actually happening to her? She had touched the skin of a man's cock.
"Take it out!" the conductor ordered. "Take it out or I'll tie you up, fuck you and throw your body off the train. I'll do it, too."
"P ... please," she begged. "I've never done anything like this before." She was near tears.
"Good," he said. "I like virgins. Take my cock out or I'll beat you bloody."
"Y ... yes," she mumbled, feeling all the fight go out of her body.
In went the little hand again, and this time the cock sprang into her moist palm, as it went over the top of the elastic on the briefs. It seemed to have a life of its own, avoiding the confinement of the fly.
"Oh. It's so big," the girl gasped. She felt a tingle in her wet cunt at the sight of the man's rod.
"Yeah. It's big all right," the man boasted. "Girls love my dick." He laughed roughly, his hands moving sensuously over the girl's body.
"I never knew it ... they ... were this big," Carrie said. She was absolutely astonished as she drew the seven-inch cock from the confines of the shorts. Then she saw for the first time in her life the pubic hair and balls of a man. He had slid his pants and underpants partway down over his hips, so that his whole cock and balls were in plain view.
"Like it?" the conductor asked.
"O-h-h-h," Carrie groaned. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes became full moons as she gazed at the groin of the youthful stud. It excited her. She felt her nipples expand and press against the confining cloth. A bead of sweat trickled down the inside of her thigh. "It's ... it's so beautiful," she heard herself croon involuntarily.
"I'm glad you like it. Give it a nice kiss."
"What?"
"You heard me. I said kiss the fucking thing. It's just aching to have you put your sweet little lips around its head and give it a juicy kiss."
Carrie leaned forward timorously and puckered her lips. She just brushed the head of the cock. As her lips came away there was a sticky substance on them and as she ran her tongue over her lips she tasted something sweet.
"Good, isn't it?" the conductor said. He was hoarse with passion. "Now give it a real kiss. Open your mouth and put your lips all the way over the head of my dick."
Carrie did as she was told. Because of the heavy folds of foreskin, she couldn't tell where the headed ended. She had never seen a cock before.
"No, honey," the conductor said. "Roll that skin back with your lips. Push it all the way back." The conductor was groaning now and his knees were slightly bent under the pressure of the agonizing pleasure Carrie's sweet young mouth was giving the head of his pulsating cock. "That's it. Oh! M-mm-mm. That's it. Give me head, you little cunt. Give me lots of head."
With that he grabbed her behind the head and shoved his big dick halfway into her sweet virgin mouth.
He began to slide it in and out, fucking her mouth with a steady rhythm. She began to choke and gag. She tried to force her mouth off his steel-hard rod, but he wouldn't let her go. No way was the big stud going to let her loose at that sublime moment.
At last he released her head, letting her come up for air.
"How'd you like your first taste of dick?" the leering young man said.
Carrie panted as the air rushed in and out of her bursting lungs. "I guess I don' really know." She realized that it thrilled her to suck this man's dick. She rolled the saliva around in her mouth, tasting something funny on the front of her tongue. It was a taste she didn't like. "There was something behind the head, something I tasted after that skin rolled back. It tasted very funny."
"Oh, you mean this," the guy said as he proceeded to thumb the smegma up into little rolls.
"Yes, I think that's what it was. What is that?" The girl was fascinated as much as sickened. She wanted to know more about sex. She liked the idea of talking intimately with this man, looming over her with his cock hanging out. It was still semi-hard as she stared at the glisteningly wet thing.
"This is called head cheese," the man said. "A real man will make that." He was proudly displaying it between his fingers.
The musky odor of it was already permeating the small compartment.
"It smells funny," the girl said.
"That's the smell of a real man," the conductor said. "Some men don't have the foreskin. It gets cut off when a guy's a little baby. Those poor sons of bitches can't make good old-fashioned head cheese." With this statement he brought the smegma to his nose and inhaled depely. This seemed to make him even more sexually stimulated than he already was.
All the time he had been keeping a tight grip on his powerful cock. He was slowly rocking the foreskin back and forth over the ridge of his cock.
"Now spread your legs," he said, "so I can eat that gorgeous cunt of yours."
Carrie was mesmerized. She did as he said and the young stud conductor got down on his knees between her youthful limbs and began to force his moustached mouth into the center of her groin where at last it came to rest with his hotly thick sensual lips against the delicately moist lips of her cunt.
"Oh!" The girl squealed at the first tough of his lips and the moustache. That was all he needed. In one movement he had encircled her waist with his powerful arms and completely buried his face in her cunt. His tongue already probed into the lips and forced them apart.
In and out of her pussy he rammed his hot tongue.
"O-h-h-h-h!" Carrie moaned. She felt thrills of pleasure coursing through her body.
She began to wiggle and squirm against his face. The action of her hips caused even more thrilling sensations in her cunt, and it gave the young stud deeper access to her cuntal cavity.
"Oh! Please. Please stop. I feel so funny. Don't do this to me. I can't take anymore." Carrie had never had an orgasm before, but she knew she was on the verge of one now. She knew that strange sensations were washing over her body, and she didn't know how to react.
Suddenly, she felt a pressing need to piss.
The intense licking and slurping at her cunt had caused her to lose all control over her bladder. Little by little a fine trickle of piss started to leak into her cunt. The young stud was not deterred. He seemed to lick her even harder, and he was moaning softly with pleasure. He was lapping up her pee, drinking it with obvious enjoyment. He was sucking and draining her of piss. The more he drank, the more feverish he became in his licking. At last he was absolutely tearing her apart with his mouth. He was fucking her virgin cunt with a tongue that was driving back and forth, in and out of her sweet young pussy.
Carrie could feel herself losing all control of her cunt lips, and as they began to relax and open up, the tongue began to stroke against the little hard knob behind them. It was that tiny button that had always felt so good when she had on occasion fingered it herself.
Carrie went wild as he lapped frantically at her. Twisting and thrashing on the seat, her arms going in insane circles till at last she could do nothing but plow her fingers into the thickly dark hair on the young conductor's head and jam her cunt with full force up against his mouth.
She held on for dear life as she began to experience the first waves of her very first orgasm.
"O-h-h-h-h!" she wailed. "Oh! Oh! Oh! It feels so good. Don't let it stop. Please. Oh. Don't let it stop. O-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Wave after wave of pleasure swept over her like the ocean washing over the beach. The heat of her body had generated a vital perfume that only the young body can have as it experiences sexual pleasure for the first time. The essence must have filled the young man's mind, and he quickly pulled away from her cunt and in one thrust pushed just the throbbing, blood-gorged head of his cock through the quiveringly wet pussy lips.
The girl turned numb as she realized what was happening to her. She was getting fucked! The young man had the head of his prick in her pussy.
He did not take her virginity. He penetrated just enough to cover the head of his cock and have the lips of her sweet pussy grab the ridge behind it in a tightly hot grip.
Then he spewed his hot cum into the frontal chamber of her pussy. It shot out in great spurts and his large cock pumped in frantic energy-filled throbs to release itself of the seed that had filled the large balls.
"M-mm-mm-m," he moaned in pleasure, as he came again and again in the virginal young cunt.
Carrie was still in the throes of her cascading orgasms. She was continually twisting herself all over the great knob that her pussy lips had grasped with such ferocity in their own agony of release.
This action, however, only increased the sexual pleasure the big stud conductor was having. They went on and on like this for a long time, as the railroad car swayed and rattled through the Missouri countryside. Then, slowly, they both began to calm down, as their orgasms began to subside.
Then they found themselves clinging tightly together, panting for breath, reeking with the odor of pleasure. After a while, the man spoke.
"Honey, that was just beautiful."
"What happened?" Carrie asked. "I never felt like that before in my life."
"Why, you just came, sweetheart. That's all. You just got your cookies for the first time." The lusty young man tilted his head back and laughed aloud.
"Is it always that good?" the girl asked.
"If the man's good," the conductor said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"Well, I certainly hope that it will always be good then," she replied.
"It will be if you get the right man to work on you. You just got one more thing that needs doing."
"What's that?"
"You have to get your cherry busted."
She looked at him quizzically. She didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
"What's that mean?" she asked.
"I can see that you need a lot of teaching, girl," the conductor laughed. "Maybe I can show you better than just explaining." His eyes were gleaming like a wolf's in the dark. "Now you just lean back on the seat and let me hold your legs in the air. Only this time I'm going to put my cock all the way into your cunt, and that will make it hurt just a little. After that, when it's all over, you'll love what it feels like then."
"I don't know," the girl hesitated.
"Get your legs up," the man ordered, his tone getting stern again. The idea of ordering her about, of forcing her, seemed to turn him on, because Carrie saw that his cock was getting hard again. "Be quick about it!" the man said. "We get to your station in about half an hour now, and I want to enjoy this damned fuck. I love to fuck virgins. I love to see a little blood flow."
The sadistic young conductor grabbed the innocent girl's legs and threw them up in the air, exposing her slopping wet pussy to full and unprotected exposure. His battering ram of a cock was already throbbing in anticipation as he positioned himself in just the right angle to slip it into her and then ram it all the way in. He was in perfect position to bust her cherry.
The girl's arms were thrown aside and her jaw forced against her breast. She started to struggle against the man, but he merely became more frenzied and determined in his actions. She lashed out with one foot, kicking him in the side of the face. He drew back in surprise, then got angry and slapped her face.
"I'm going to have to hogtie you, little bitch," he steamed. He let her go for a second, then grabbed the cord that closed a curtain over the compartment window. He pulled the cord, closing the curtain, and then he gave a hard yank on it, ripping it out of the wall.
He turned back to the girl with the cord in his hands. Working swiftly and expertly, he pulled her hands behind her back and bound her wrists. With the loose end of the cord he wrapped it twice around her breast, so tight that she found it hard to breathe. He forced her down on her back on the seat, pulled her legs apart and tied one ankle back with the remaining loose end of the rope.
Carrie struggled once, then relaxed in futility. The pressure of the rope on her made further effort worthless. She was poised on her back, thighs parted, ready for whatever the sadistic young stud had in mind for her. Something about the constriction of the bondage, her inability to move against the restraint of the cord, sent weird thrills through her body, and she almost hoped the young man would hurt her.
The conductor slipped his swollen cockhead into her pussy, and the wet lips quickly accepted it. He moaned, rocking the head of the cock back and forth just a little to get more of the feeling. Then he began a relentless pressure against her maidenhead. He pressed and pressed, and the girl felt the first twinges of real pain.
Carrie didn't make a sound. Not at first. The shock only caused her body to tense beyond belief and her eyes to almost pop out of her head. Then, from somewhere deep down in her breast, there came a low, long sound that ended in a scream.
"E-e-e-e-e-e!"
Just at that moment the train began to blow its whistle, and the two sounds blended and made one shrieking wail for the girl's lost virginity.
She felt it pop. She felt her cherry go as the young man's cock plunged all the way into her cunt. Tears came to her eyes.
"Oh, it hurts," she began to sob. "Please take it out. It hurts."
"Just relax honey, and I promise that it will feel better than anything you ever felt before in your life."
"No, take it out." She was yelling now.
"Oh shut up!"
"If you don't take it out right now, I'm going to tell the folks that are meeting me at the station."
"You won't tell them a fucking thing, cause I'm going to tell them you were sucking cocks on this train, sucking the men's cocks for money." He sounded more angry than scared at her threat. "Shut the fuck up and get ready for the fucking of your life."
With that he began to bang the hell out of her. It wasn't good for Carrie anymore. All she felt now was pain as she strained against the pull of the ropes that bound her.
In her agony she struggled to escape the pain of the monstrous cock. It was ramming into her like a stake driven into a martyr. The more she struggled, the more the cord from the window curtain cut into her flesh. And the more she wept in pain, the more it seemed to thrill the sadistic young conductor.
"That's it, cunt," he said. "Wiggle your ass. Wiggle it real good. Oh! Yes! That's it, baby! Screw that hot, bloody cunt of yours all the way up my dick."
That was just what Carrie was doing. Instead of getting away from her impalement, she was only driving it further into her young cunt. She stopped struggling when the seven-inch cock got all the way to the hilt up into her tight cunt. The youth began to thrust in and out, mimicking the driving rhythm of the wheels of the train.
His grunts and groans filled the empty car with the lusting sounds of his cock-hard pleasure. Carrie could feel his fur-covered balls striking the delicate area between her pussy and her asshole. She tried to concentrate on that since it was the only gentle thing that she could feel happening to her.
She lay limp, in a stupor of numbing pain. Her cunt felt as if it had been torn asunder and was now just a bleeding remnant of her once whole self.
Her eyes were closed and she could feel herself being jostled about by the movement of the train as well as by the humping stud pounding her cunt.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "It's so good. Yeah. It's so good!" His breath was coming in short heaving pants as he was reaching the point where orgasm was not only imminent but imperative.
"I'm going to shove it all the way through your body," the conductor rasped. He fell full-length over her. His massive and muscular body covered her with the heat of an electric blanket. His lips in their sensual lust found hers and he closed over them with a moistly hot kiss and then he ejaculated in great jerking spasms of release.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned.
"M-mm-mm-m!" The conductor was beside himself with the intensity of the pleasure. "I'm going to come again. Oh. I can't hold it anymore."
His cock throbbed spasmically. Spurts of semen rose from his balls and coursed through the tube of the prick. Carrie could feel his cock swelling and deflating inside her cunt, as each burst of seed shot out of his balls and through his hard cock. With a deep penetrating thrust the man drove his cock to the very limits of her cunt, and he shot the last wad deep into the now rounded well of her womanhood.
He sighed and then relaxed on top of her for a moment or two.
"How was it, sweetheart?" he asked hopefully.
"It hurt. It hurt all the way to the end," she sobbed softly, though she wouldn't admit that his vicious rape had also sent thrills of pleasure through her body. "You said it would feel good."
"It would have if you'd just relaxed and enjoyed it." Angrily he yanked his now softening dick from her bloody cunt. "But you had to go and get all uptight and act like some fucking asshole. Well, you got just what you deserved. A plugged pussy. If it didn't do you any good, it sure as hell didn't do you any harm. Now you're ready to give any man a good fuck. You have me to thank for that."
"I'm going to tell. You wait and see," she began to wail at the conductor.
"Go ahead, bitch. Wait till I get through with my story. You'll wish you'd kept your damned mouth shut."
The train was beginning to slow down. Readying itself for a full stop at the station where Carrie would get off. Quickly, the conductor undid the cord that bound her. He bunched it up and tossed it behind the seat. Carrie rubbed her aching arms and legs, then straightened down her dress. Her panties were still in her bag.
"Come on you!" the conductor said, grabbing her arm and jerking her off the seat. "This is your stop, and I wouldn't want you to miss it. No, I just wouldn't. You bet your sweet little fucked ass I wouldn't."
He dragged her and her luggage to the exit gate between the cars and held her in tow till the train had stopped. Then he literally threw her off the train and her baggage after her. She was clinging to her pocketbook.
"Don't ever ride this train again, you dirty little tramp!" the conductor yelled.
"Oh. Oh," the girl sobbed, trying to speak.
Then she spotted a couple in their forties, accompanied by two young men. They were dressed as farmers, all four of them. She was sure that this was the Lane family, the people she was going to live with.
She waved to them as they approached, and the conductor took one quick look in their direction. Then he spoke.
"Is this tramp yours?" he demanded indignantly.
"Why, yes. I believe so," the woman said. "We were expecting a young lady. Yes. But I don't think this could be her," the woman added, looking the disheveled girl up and down.
The woman was not unattractive, despite her plain rural dress, and her large bosom quivered as she spoke. The older man was a trifle shorter than she, a typical homely farmer type. The youths were good looking, though, tall ruddy young men who obviously spent a lot of time in the sun.
Carrie tried to speak, but only a sob choked out. She wanted to say something in her own defense. She was also trying to get her sad pieces of luggage together.
"I ... I'm Carrie Corwin," she managed to say.
"Oh Lordy, Lordy," the farm woman replied.
"Now, now Dora," the farmer said, finally attempting speech. "There must be some explanation for all this." He also looked the rumpled girl up and down, but his gaze lingered for a second on her pert little breasts.
"Well there had better be!" Dora Lane said in the most severe voice Carrie had ever heard.
"We caught her selling herself to a couple of salesmen," the young conductor said in a clear, loud voice. "Yes ma'am. Right here in this empty car." He motioned with his thumb, pointing to where he had just tied up and raped the girl.
"W-what?" the farm woman gasped.
She seemed to go berserk, grabbing the innocent girl by the arm. Carrie had been stooping to place her old suitcases together, and the powerful older woman yanked her upright.
"Is this true?" Dora asked. "Is what this good young man says the truth? Because if it is you'll be properly punished and the devil whipped out of your body ... and before I let you set foot in my house."
"No. No, it's not true," Carrie said. Dora Lane was yanking and squeezing her arm so hard that the pain was tearing through her body.
"She's got the money on her," the conductor said. "It's right there in her handbag. She had sex with one salesman for twenty dollars."
With horror, Carrie realized that she had taken out her folded twenty dollar bill when she had gotten her ticket out of her bag for the conductor. He had seen the bill. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She found herself standing with her mouth open, shaking her head slowly back and forth.
"Let's have a look," Tom Lane, the farmer, said.
Carrie was numb. She realized that her efforts had made it seem like she was denying that she had money in her purse. She couldn't react fast enough to prevent Dora from snatching her handbag.
"Here," Dora said, handing the bag to one of the young men. "Have a look inside, George."
The younger of the two sons, blond and curly haired, took the bag from the farm woman. He opened the bag and quickly found the twenty-dollar bill. Then he pulled out her balled up panties.
"See. I told you," the conductor said. "She said no. She said she didn't have a twenty-dollar bill. And look. She took off her panties to have sex with the other passengers for money. Do you want to hear the witnesses?"
"Here," Dora said, giving the conductor the money. "That's for bringing this situation to our attention. And I know you'll be discreet about the whole thing."
He snatched the bill out of her hand and jumped aboard as the train began to pull out of the station.
As soon as the train had left, Carrie gave up trying to collect her thoughts long enough to explain. She just broke into tears.
"Get into the car, you whore," Dora Lane ordered. Her voice was vicious.
"Please! Let me explain," Carrie said, but before she could finish her sentence Dora slammed her across the face and knocked her backwards over her luggage.
"Now get up you slut," the older woman commanded, "and get into the car!"
"Come now, Ma," Tom Lane said to his wife. "Don't show yourself so in public."
"Of course dear," Dora said. "You're right." She smiled at the farmer and they started towards an old Ford station wagon. Somehow Carrie dragged her one big suitcase over to the car and with a little help from Tom got it into the trunk. She also tossed her handbag into the trunk before it was slammed shut.
"Get in, damn it!" Dora yelled.
"Come on," Tom said. "We don't want to make her any madder than she is. She's got a real mean streak in her when she's mad." Tom Lane seemed almost kindly.
Carrie was at least hopeful now. She had thought that at least she had one friend. Her judgment of the boys was as yet uncertain. Somehow, they didn't seem too friendly either, though they were about her age and not bad looking. She hoped she would get along with all of them in time.
Carrie followed Tom and started to get into the front seat between the two older folks.
"No you don't, you dirty little slut," Dora screamed. "Get in the back between the boys so they can keep an eye on you."
Carrie did as she was told and shortly they were pulling out of the small station and heading out into Missouri farmland. She immediately got a sinking feeling when she saw how isolated from other people she would be.
No sooner had they gotten outside of the tiny village where the station was located, than the two boys began to pinch her on the tender parts of her legs. "Stop," Carrie said.
"Shut your fuckin' mouth," Dora said, turning back to the girl. "You fuckin' dirty little cocksucking whore you." The woman's face was twisted with rage and hatred.
The boys laughed at the sight.
"You really suck good cock?" Karl, the older lad asked her. "Do you?"
Carrie's mouth fell open in shock. She wished she could escape, but she was between two strong farmboys in the back seat of a station wagon a million miles from nowhere. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She didn't answer, just looked straight ahead and tried not to faint.
CHAPTER TWO
As the station wagon sped down the highway, the frightened girl tried to figure a way out. It was now clear to her. There was no escape. She had no one she could telephone ... if indeed there was a line out to the remote farm, and she had cut all ties with the orphanage, where in fact she was now too old to stay anyhow. She hated the people there almost as much as she loathed this vile family.
All of a sudden, her thoughts were interrupted by something one of the young men was doing. She felt her ass rise off the seat as one of them violently shoved a hand beneath her. It got between the bare flesh of her ass and her rumpled up skirt, and the finger was quickly probing her asshole.
"Oh," she protested.
"Quiet back there," she heard Dora bark out.
"Please," Carrie begged. "Make them stop."
"Stop what?" Dora demanded.
"They're sticking their hands in my bottom," she complained, trying to shift her body away from the hand.
"You mean in your ass or in your foul cunt?" Dora asked, her voice bristling with excitement.
Carrie was stunned at the language that came from this obviously middle-class, upright farm woman. She had the most foul mouth she had ever heard.
"Well, answer me!" Dora demanded, when Carrie gave no reply.
"Both ma'am," Carrie replied. By that time it was true.
"Well, you weren't too particular about whom you let finger your ass on the train. But then of course, they paid you, didn't they?" Dora's voice was quivering with emotion.
Carrie sighed. She felt a sense of hopelessness, and with it resignation. She knew that she was in for it from this family, and there was nothing she could do about it. Maybe Tom Lane would help her. He was the only one who seemed half-human. The others were animals.
Dora turned to face the windshield once more, and the boys went on frigging her ass and her raw, bloody cunt.
"Suck my cock!" Karl ordered her.
She looked at him aghast and then she saw that he had his cock out and was already hard. It was not as big as the conductor's but it was large enough and very thick. It did not have any foreskin.
"No," she hissed at him.
"Eat it, you cunt," he hissed back and grabbed bunches of her dark curly hair and yanked her head over his dick and forced her mouth down till he could feel her hot breath on the head of his cock.
"Now eat!" he ordered, "or I'll knock every tooth out of your fuckin' head."
"Yeah, and I'll help him," George chimed in as he pushed her ass up off the car seat so she was standing. Her body was completely bent over Karl's lap. He threw up her skirt and shoved his hand up her legs till he got a good hold of both her sloppy cunt and her asshole and then he drove his fingers in and tried to bring them together through the walls of her tender flesh.
"Now suck or I'll rip your fucking cunt and ass right off of you."
Carrie had no choice. She began to do what she had done to the young conductor. Sucking just the head, clamping on behind the ridge with her lips, she sucked away.
The jouncing of the station wagon caused her to scrape her teeth over his cock-head.
"Shit! You fucking bitch! You bite my cock once more and I'll ram it down your throat till you choke to death." He waited only a moment and then he slammed his hand on the back of her head and rammed her mouth all the way down onto his thick cock. It nearly tore the back of her mouth out and bruised her throat. It certainly left it as raw as her cunt.
"Now you suck, you fucking whore you."
George was, in the meantime, frigging the shit out of her ass and the piss out of her pussy.
"Oh! She's good," Karl said. "Damn! What a great thing to have around. Now we can get our nuts off anytime we need to."
"Well get off," George whined, "so I can have my turn."
"I will. I can feel it coming now."
"Yeah? Good," George said. He urged Carrie on. "That's it. Suck good you cunt. Suck it hard and make that juice shoot right down your fucking throat."
Karl was now leaning back and spreading his legs so as to get the full feeling of her mouth as he began moaning. It sounded to the girl as if he was about to do what the conductor did before he shot gobs of sticky goo from his cock.
Carrie was turning blue from lack of air, and her ass and cunt were on fire from the brutal frigging George was giving her. She thought she would pass out, when Karl finally shot his load.
"Oh. Yeah. Oh! Yeah," Karl said. "Oh. Here it comes. Oh. Keep it up you bitch. Here I come! Oh. Take my load down your throat, honey! O-h-h-h-h!"
"Boys, please," Dora said from the front seat. "Keep the noise down, your Pa and I can hardly hear ourselves think." Dora was still cross. She sounded somewhat calmed down though.
"Now it's my turn," George said.
"Okay," Karl agreed, after he had shot his youthful load into her throat with a good deal of force.
"Yeah, right over here you cunt," George said, as he hauled out his cock. It was about as long as the conductor's, seven inches at least. "You can have a real meal now, Carrie."
The girl no longer cared. She simply turned around and went down on the waiting cock. She swallowed the entire shaft in one numb movement.
"A-h-h-h-h-h," George sighed. "She's a real pro."
"Yeah," agreed Karl. "Look at her go."
Karl's hand replaced that of George's in Carrie's ass and cunt. However, now she was so numb that she didn't even feel the hands working on her pussy and asshole.
If things had been normal, she might have been able to restrain herself.
As it was, she had no control. She was in a nightmare world, sucking the boy's cock, and she was totally unaware of what was happening to her body. Suddenly, she let go with a barrage of shit and piss. Before Karl could react, he was covered with shit and piss.
"OH NO!" he bellowed. "Oh fucking no! Shit! Damn it, shit. You fucking whore. You fucking bitch. You fucking no good Goddamned cunt. Oh no!"
He was yelling like a maniac and pounding the shit out of Carrie's ass and back
"Shit!" Dora said. "What's that smell?"
"She shit and pissed all over me, Ma," Karl whined. "She just went and pissed and dumped a fucking load all over me for nothing. The fuckin' pig!" He was humiliated, and Carrie shuddered in fear at what he might do.
"The dirty slut," Dora screamed. "If you act like that, young lady, you'll be treated like an animal. Carry on like a pig, get treated like a pig, damn it."
Carrie felt the car turn, and glanced out the window. They had just driven into the yard of the farm. Without any ceremony, the doors of the station wagon were opened wide and with one swift boot Carrie was literally kicked out into the gravel driveway. She scraped her arms and legs as she landed.
"There you dirty, low cunt," Dora said. She gave the girl a swift kick in her exposed and shit-encrusted ass.
"Take her to the house," Tom Lane suggested.
"Shit, no," Dora came back. "You take her to the old barn and lock her in a stall over there. That's where she belongs. Yes, you slut. You foul animal. You'll live in a stall, like a fucking animal."
Dora was' working herself up into a frenzy once more. Carrie was watching her closely. She spoke angry words, but her emotion seemed to stem from another source. She seemed to delight in humiliating and intimidating the girl.
Carrie was still too stunned to fully appreciate what was happening. All she knew for sure was that she had gotten into a madhouse, and that there was no escape. She looked around. Beyond the barn, the farmhouse and a few sheds there was nothing. Just acres of open fields to the horizon on all sides.
The boys dragged her out past the barn to an old building that had apparently been a barn in the past. It was a ramshackle building, almost falling down.
"You'll just love your new home," Karl laughed.
"Yeah," George chimed in. "Won't she love it. I wonder if she likes rats."
Carrie thought to herself that George was the worst of the two of them. She was trying to keep her wits, decide where her best chance lay. At least Karl only wanted his cock sucked. He wouldn't have tortured her ass and cunt till she had the shit and piss knocked out of her. Besides, George would be less mature than the older Karl.
They took her and threw her into a stall. Then they locked the door to the old barn from the outside. There was no light, no food, no water. Nothing. Panic began to spread through the girl.
"Please don't leave me in here," she called out.
"Fuck you, cunt!" one of the boys called back through the locked door. "You must be an animal if Ma says so. You live in a barn from now on. No amount of that begging and crying will get you out."
"You can come out to do some work," That sounded like Karl's voice.
Carrie felt her way around the stall. It was grimy and slick with old crusted gunk, and she felt flies swarming everywhere, big horseflies. She worked her way to a corner, where she curled up defensively. She was tired and hungry. At least she didn't have to shit.
She lay there for some time, brushing away flies. She was in total darkness, terrified of the unknown. She lay like that for some time, then-exhausted-she dropped off to sleep.
The slamming of a door awakened her. She jumped up with a start. Her little stall was illuminated with a dim light. How long she had been asleep she did not know.
She had dropped off to sleep from weariness and the need to get away from it all: the horror of her situation, and the gnawing hunger and thirst. After lengthy crying, she had managed to drift away from all the pain, debasement and humiliation of her predicament. She heard someone swear and began to shake with fresh fear, not knowing what was to be her burden now. She was still so dazed and stunned that it was impossible for her even to surmise anything but the worst.
George's voice now came to her more clearly. "Where the fuck are you?" he asked.
There had been a candle in the dark for a short time, but apparently it had gone out. That's when George had cursed. Now he was feeling his way around in the dark, as the girl cringed in the far corner of her stall. Her heart pounded with the fear of not knowing what was coming at her in the dark.
"Where the hell are you?" George asked again. There was the flare of a match, and then the candle was lit again. He seemed to be moving it around to get a look at every corner of the stall. "I got some hot water and soap here, with a clean towel so you can clean yourself up."
He was circling the candle light around the pen once more, still not able to make out anything. Carrie saw his face, weirdly illuminated by the flickering candle.
"I also got some food here and a Coke," he yelled into the darkness. "Now if you want it you'd better come out or I'll set fire to the hay. We don't need this fucking barn. I'll burn it down with you in it."
Carrie sensed that he was growing angry, and she figured she'd be best off playing along with him. It might give her a chance to escape. Slowly she rose from the protective hay in which she'd been hiding and started towards the light.
"I'm here," she said weakly. Her small voice sounded like a faint wind in the night.
"Where?" George snapped. "I can't see you."
"Over here, on this side of the stall," she replied. Her voice quivered from the fear choking her throat. There were tears welling up in her eyes. She was overcome by the gesture of kindness.
"Maybe he isn't so bad after all," she thought, mumbling the words aloud.
"I ain't so bad?" Geroge snapped back. "Come on over here, girl."
"Here I come."
The girl walked unsteadily towards the wavering light of the lone candle. "Get your fucking ass over here. Just follow the sound of my voice. You don't have to see anything more than this here candle."
Carrie felt her way across the cluttered floor, caught her foot on something in the semi-darkness and tripped. She stumbled and fell flat on her face. It really hurt, and the tears started to form in her eyes once again.
"Shut up, you dumb cunt," George ordered. He set down the candle and the other stuff he had. Carrie looked up at him in fear. Then she noticed he still had something in his hands. It was a rope. It was a heavy rope, the kind that's used to lasso a mustang or tie up some steers.
"W ... what's that for?" she asked in a quivering voice.
"It's to tie your ass up," George said nastily. "How the fuck do I know that you won't try to escape. I'll get blamed for it, and my ass'll be creamed."
The girl tried to draw away, but it was too late. The young farmhand grabbed her and forced her flat on the hard floor. Then he took the rope and tied it around one of her ankles. He tied it tight, so tight it almost cut off her circulation. Then he tied the second ankle in such a way that she was hobbled.
"Get up!" he ordered. "Walk."
Carrie struggled, trying to get to her feet. She fell back. It was impossible to stand the way he had tied her, and if she'd been able to gain her balance and get on her feet, it would have been impossible to walk.
"I can't walk," she said.
"Good," George said.
Carrie felt a weird sensation come over her. Something about being bound by rope thrilled her. Something in her helplessness was exciting. It was just like it had been when the train conductor had tied her with the cord from the window curtain. Was this brute going to rape her too?
"P ... please," she begged. "Don't hurt me."
"You better stand up if you want some food," George said. "And then you can clean your shitty self up." He sounded angry, and he was yelling at her.
"All right, I'll try," she said as she made an extra hard attempt to get up. She fell forward, hitting her shoulder on the floor. It hurt, but she struggled upwards again. This time she nearly stood, but lurched forward and hit the corner of another stall. It cut into her tender flesh, and she felt a trickle of blood.
"O-h-h-h-h," she whimpered.
"Shut up and keep trying," the voice of the young man knifed out of the dark to slash her soul.
Carrie made one more attempt and by bracing herself against the side of the stall was able to push herself upright.
"All right. I'm standing now."
"I can see you, bitch."
He smirked and asked her to hobble over to him. She knew she couldn't make it without falling. She tried, working herself over to the candle light. She was balanced precariously, trying to walk in tiny steps.
"Is that all right?" she asked in a pitiful voice. It pleaded for just a little crumb of kindness.
"Yeah." His voice suggested disappointment that she had made it without hurting or humiliating herself anymore. She sensed that he would make up for that. "I'm going to work your pussy over good. You think I'd give you soap and water for any other reason. I wouldn't touch you the way you are now, girl. You're so damned dirty."
George grabbed her and pushed her down on her back in the nearest stall.
Luckily, she fell into some dirty old hay. She sensed there was no way for her to escape. Her ankles were bound tight, and there was no one around for miles except the Lane clan.
"You smell rotten," George complained. "Here, take this and wash yourself off good. And get out of those stinking clothes."
"My clothes?"
"Hell yes. What do you want, to wear those shit-smelling clothes the rest of your life?"
"No," came the tiny sound from her mouth.
"Then move your ass and clean yourself up!"
She took off her dress and her slip. That was all she had on, except for her shoes and socks. She looked down in the flickering candle light and saw just how much of a mess she was. The humiliation of seeing the blood and shit dried on her cunt and legs and gobs of it on her white socks and shoes made her burst into tears.
"O-h-h-h-h." She had no words to express the depression she felt. All she could do was cover her face with her hands and sob. She turned over on her stomach and hid her face.
The sobs were cut short by a scream of pain coming from her throat. The pain across her ass cheeks was throbbing and so bad she nearly fainted. She didn't know what she'd been hit with, as George grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.
"There, cunt. Now you've got something to cry about." He stood there with a strange looking switch in his hands. It looked like a very dried and brittle remains of what had once been a brier bush or the branches of wild rose bush. The thorns were still quite intact, and they looked capable of ripping flesh open.
Carrie looked at him in abject terror. She felt her face go white, and she stood stock still, not even breathing. Pain and fear shot through her body.
"Now get busy and wash out that stinking cunt so I can fuck it. And wash out your shitty asshole!"
She reached for the towel and the jar. She let out a gasp as her hand closed over the jar. The glass was hot. She almost dropped the jar, but she knew that if she did he'd strike her again with the thorn bush switch. She set the jar down quickly.
"Nothing like good hot water and soap to get rid of the stench you got. Now get busy you stinking bitch. Clean yourself up good."
Carrie opened the jar as best she could. Then she dipped one end of the towel into the water. Carefully she cleaned herself.
"Clean out that cunt good, and don't forget to ream out that shitty asshole of yours. I want it really clean. I hate a shit-smelling asshole."
"Y ... yes," she answered. She heard the shame in her own voice.
When she was done, he gave her the food-a cold baloney sandwich-and the Coke.
"Th ... thank you," she mumbled through a mouthful of sandwich. It was the first thing she had eaten in over twelve hours, and she was so hungry her stomach hurt.
When she was half-finished, George took it away from her and the drink as well.
"Now you're going to have to earn the rest of it," he leered at her.
"What do you mean? What do you want?" Fear crept back into her almost relaxed features.
"You know damned well what I mean."
He grabbed the end of the rope that tied her feet and drew it through a halter hitch on the wall. He began hauling the frightened girl backwards towards the rough boards till her bare ass was cruelly forced up against the wall. He then quickly reached down and dragged the rope between her legs and pulled up on it viciously, so that the rope cut and burned into her tender, just-raped cunt.
Carrie began to scream from the pain.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e!" she wailed. "I didn't mean to let anything happen like it did on the train. I didn't want the conductor to fuck me. He forced me. Please stop. Oh, please. Stop. You're hurting me. You're hurting me."
The sight of the girl squirming in pain seemed to agitate and excite George. He pulled the rope against her swollen, sore cunt all the faster, cutting into it with the rough fibers of the rope.
"You'll dig this," the young man said hotly. His eyes were aflame, reflecting the light of the candle.
"Stop it!" Carrie screamed. "You're tearing my pussy apart, you rotten stinking sadist. You're all a bunch of sick people. All of you." She just kept screaming and screaming. The words began to tumble out and her hate and anger over the injustice of the whole thing got the better of her.
The more she screamed, the better George seemed to like it. The more she struggled, the faster and harder and more viciously he sawed the wicked rope across her ass and between her thighs and up across her burnt, damaged cunt.
He took out his cock. It was now very hard and thick and ready for action. He seemed excited by the idea of hurting the girl with the rope, and as he jerked the rope, he pulled on his cock in unison.
"You need a good session of discipline, bitch," he said. "You remember what it said in that advertisement in the Kansas City paper? Strict discipline. This is going to be your first taste of it. You sucked cock on the train for money and now I'm going to punish you. You and your foul mouth!" George was now yanking his meat furiously. "You're just a stinking cunt. Just a cunt to be .used and used and used. And that's just what I'm going to do. You'll learn who's the boss, you fucking foulmouthed cunt.. You and your puckered pussy are going to get all that's coming to you. Strict discipline! You're just a piece of shit. You hear me? You are shit, nothing more."
"Shut your fucking mouth, you sick prick," the girl said in retaliation. "You'll pay for that you're doing. I'll see to it that you pay for this." She was screaming and trying to drown out the searing pain that cut through her from the crack of her ass to the very top of the inner lips of her pain-wracked pussy.
Suddenly, George dropped the rope and walked up to Carrie. He struck her on the face, a vicious blow. That was only the first. He kept striking her again and again, just as viciously as he could. Carrie felt herself weakening, and then she realized that she was passing out from the pain. There was a buzzing in her ears, and then she lost consciousness.
The next thing she knew she was opening her eyes. She knew only that she was in great pain. She was face down over some kind of round object. She tried to move, but discovered that she was tightly bound. She waited till her head cleared, and then in the dim light she made out her situation. She was tied over an old rain barrel, laid on its side.
Her clothes were stuffed under her stomach, so that her ass was thrust up into the air. Both her sore asshole and her raw cunt were exposed to the ravages of anything that her captor had in store for her. At first she was afraid and struggled, but when she realized it was useless, she felt a peculiarly sublime resignation spreading over her.
Besides the rope that bound her to the barrel, there was a rope around her neck, tied tightly. It made her keep her face upright and exposed. When she pulled against it, she felt it choking her.
The pain in her cunt was now superceded by the throbbing pain in her wrists and ankles, where they were also tied. The bonds were so tight that she was having trouble with the circulation of the blood through them.
When she tried to struggle to get more comfortable, things only got worse.
"Hi, cunt. You awake again?" George was standing behind her, his voice very cheery, almost friendly, which Carrie began to realize only meant one thing, that he had devised a way to inflict more pain and humiliation on her, probably in some uniquely cruel way.
"P ... please," she started to beg.
"Have a nice nap?" he asked sarcastically. She didn't answer him, thinking he would just get mad. It turned out to be a mistake.
She stiffened as something struck her with the full force of a hard swing. It hit her across the sweet ass buns that jutted so unprotected into the air.
"Now do you think you can find an answer?"
She decided not to give in to him. There was just no way of pleasing this bunch of perverted sadists.
"Fuck you!" she yelled.
"Listen, you fucking smart-assed cunt. I'll make mince-meat out of that ass of yours if you don't give me a fucking straight answer. And I mean right now."
She didn't reply. Then she felt the sting of the thing again, slashing her ass and delivering a shooting pain almost beyond her endurance.
"If you are going to kill me," she said, "please do it now and stop torturing me." She was in wretched pain.
"Kill you?" George asked, his voice incredulous. "No one's going to kill you. Didn't I bring you food? Shit. I had to sneak that out of the kitchen when everyone else was asleep. I thought Ma and Pa would never drop off. Shit. What you're getting isn't torture, it's discipline. You're being punished for being a whore, and bringing it into this good clean family under the pretense of being a sweet little orphan girl. You're a fucking whore."
"No, I'm not." She felt the stinging tears coming to her eyes again. She had made up her mind not to cry.
"Well, what do you call fucking with the conductor of the train, and what about sucking that salesman's cock for twenty dollars?"
"There wasn't any salesman. That was my money. The conductor raped me." She was sobbing now and choking at the same time.
"Lying is as bad as whoring," the furious young man yelled. "You'll have to be punished for being a liar as well as for being a fucking stinking whore. You're a cocksucking ass-fucking whore."
She knew that she was defeated. Nothing she would say was going to have any effect on this young man. The whole family just wanted to believe the worst of her, so they could have an excuse to whip her ass.
Once more, her backside was attacked by the weapon that sliced through the air before it met the tender resistance of her firm, round young ass.
She did not know where the strength came from to scream any longer, but she did so again as the pain shot through her body.
"There," George said, as he walked in front of her, exposing his well defined nude body for her eyes. He had disrobed completely. "Now you will know better than to lie to me anymore."
It was then that she saw that the instrument of her punishment was an old car radio aerial. Then she knew why it had hurt so fucking much. She knew that by now her tender young ass must be cut to shreds and bleeding. She really began to see the helplessness of her situation.
George stood in front of her, frigging himself.
"Don't look so hungry, you whore, you're going to be able to eat the scum right out of it and swallow every drop. Just don't be greedy."
This was the last thing that the girl wanted at that time. She caught herself just in time. She held her tongue instead of telling him she never wanted to see his cock, ever again.
She knew that a reply such as that would only bring down his sadistic wrath upon her tender, tortured body. Instead, she began to lick her lips and ogle his enormous cock. She had decided right then and there that to survive she must play the game by their rules and they were about as subtle as a steam roller as to what they had decided to do and what kind of a reaction she must have for the perverted sickies to get off on.
"Can't wait, can you cunt?" George said. He was flogging the hell out of his meat now. Seeing this young cunt making hungry gestures at the sight of his manly piece of meat seemed to make him wild with lust.
"No!" she screamed in reply. She was trying to sound like she was a sex-crazy broad who couldn't wait to get at his swollen rod and the semen in his balls.
"Well, you're just going to have to wait now till I'm ready to give it to you."
"No. I want it now. You give me that big prick now!" She was screaming with genuine passion, getting carried away with the role she was playing.
"Okay, baby. Now you're going to get it."
George stepped up to her face, increasing the frantic jerking of his hand over the entire shaft of the pulsating cock.
"Yeah. Bring it closer," she said. She knew that the more she carried on the quicker he would shoot off and leave her alone. She watched the wavering cock as the farm boy frigged it. "Oh, please give it to me now. Shove it all the way into my mouth. I want it. Oh please! I want it!"
"You're going to get it!" he yelled.
"Please. I want your cock!"
Suddenly, the young man could hold off no more and he shot his load. "A-h-h-h-h!" As he let out a long groaning wail, his cock began to jerk and buck in his hand and the sperm jetted forth and shot all over the girl's face.
Hot thick gob after hot thick gob splashed directly in her face, till finally there wasn't a place on yer young face that wasn't dripping with the hot, musky sperm from George's spent meat.
"Oh. Oh. Oh," she moaned.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h-h," the man groaned as he shot off.
Finally he was drained, and then he seemed to lose all interest in the girl. He untied her and shoved her back into her stall. Then he picked up his clothes and stomped off, leaving her lying there.
She took the soiled towel and wiped the spunk off her face. Then she slipped her dress on and rolled up in the hay to rest, maybe to sleep. She was thinking about her performance. She had been pretty convincing. The funny thing was, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, she hadn't been completely putting on an act.
CHAPTER THREE
The following morning Carrie was awakened by the feeling of something very gentle stroking her sore and abused body. It was a soothing touch that had the warmth and wetness of hot water. It was soothing water being applied by a washrag.
She forced her eyes open through the heavy layers of needed sleep.
She had been gently rolled onto her stomach and there was a soft blanket under her body with a layer of springy hay underneath. It made her body feel safe and good. To her aching self it was like the world's softest and most wonderful feather bed.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the form of a man. At first, in the dim morning light that filtered through the old boards of the barn, she could not make out who it was. She shuddered briefly, thinking it might be George coming back for more. That passed quickly, when she saw it was not the brutal younger son. She thought it might be Karl, but as the form moved closer she saw who it was who had given her the blanket and bathed her in the soothingly warm water. It was Tom Lane.
He was now kneeling by her side, and he resumed the gentle swabbing of her badly mutilated ass-cheeks. There was a very large pail of hot water, and a large bar of soap beside it.
She drew in the pleasant and familiar smell of the soap, and it made everything seem a little less frightening just to be able to have that clean scent in the air. She'd been smelling nothing but her own shit and the animal smells of the old barn since she had been imprisoned there.
"Good morning, Carrie. How you feeling today?"
Tom seemed so pleasant. Still, Carrie had learned not to trust anyone in the place.
"I'm so tired and I hurt just everywhere."
"Well that's what I'm here for. When I finish bathing and cleansing you and putting my special balm on your sore spots you'll feel just like new."
He began to hum to himself. Every once in a while he would turn to her and smile. "Are you beginning to feel better now?"
"Yes sir. A little."
"Well you just relax and let your old papa look after you, Carrie."
He gave her a big smile this time, but she was not convinced. Especially when she saw the huge bulge in his pants. It looked like it would bust the buttons any second.
"Maybe this is my out," thought Carrie to herself. "He is obviously hot and I make him that way. He's also the least perverted of the bunch, or so he seems. Maybe, just maybe, I can get next to him and he'll help me get out of this stall. He may even help me get away from here."
"A penny for your thoughts," Tom said.
"They aren't even worth that much," Carrie said.
"Oh, come now. You must have some very beautiful thoughts. A beautiful girl like you should only have beautiful thoughts."
He was washing her ass over and over. And with each wipe of the washrag she felt him probe a little deeper into her ass. She knew that he was just pretending to look after her, when she realized this fact. But she decided to go along with the charade and work him up the way he liked best. She saw that the best way to go would be to deny him everything he wanted till the very last minute.
She moaned a little, as his fingers finally swept right over the top of her little puckered hole. It was an uncontrollable sound.
"Did you say something, Carrie?"
She thought quickly and tried to figure out what would be the right answer to his question. What was the answer the old guy wanted to hear?
"No," she said. "But I was thinking how wonderful and strong your hands are. They make me feel so good. Everywhere. Just everywhere." This time she smiled at him.
"Why, you little minx. Are you trying to tell me that you're feeling that much better already?"
"Well, you do make me feel good," she said, flashing a big smile in his direction. By this time she almost meant it all, because he had let his hand slide between her thighs and the warm washrag was smothering her rope-burned pussy with its warmth and moistness.
"Now you spread your legs real wide so I can get right in between there where all those nasty rope burns are. I have to clean them good. And then I'll put some of this nice soothing balm on there. It'll help you get healed up real fast, you hear?"
"Is that the truth?" she asked.
"It's a fact, believe me."
"Oh, I hope so."
"Just believe me. It will. You'll see."
They were both silent for a long while as he played with her ass and her pussy under the pretense of washing and cleaning them.
It was as if she were stoned and couldn't get past the point of reality. In a way it was just as real as anything that had happened to Carrie so far.
She could feel her pussy start to juice up inside and she knew that her pussy lips were wet from cunt juice.
And she knew that Tom knew it too, because every so often his fingers would slip free of the washrag and dart into her pussy a little and then he'd drag it all the way back through her ass crack.
Finally she had had enough of lying on her stomach and she lazily turned over on her back exposing her two tight nicely formed breasts and the sweet bruised cunt.
She spread her legs just as she had when she had been on her stomach.
"You don't mind if I lay on my back for a while? I ache so that staying in one position for too long just makes me hurt terribly."
"Why no, honey. As a matter-of-fact I was just about to turn you over myself."
He then proceeded to wash and dry her shapely legs. He washed them from her pretty, plump little toes right to the lips of her juicy pussy.
Once he swept up to her pussy from her toes and a finger slipped all the way in and pumped her cunt twice before it was quickly removed and the washing continued.
It was a delicious game and Carrie was enjoying it immensely. And especially so after the cruelty she had been through the previous day and night.
She had moaned and humped slightly when the finger had surreptitiously entered her hot pussy.
She couldn't understand what had come over her. She had an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and take hold of the huge hard meat he was showing through his old, worn jeans. She could see his pubic hair peeking through the gaps between the buttons so she knew that there was no underwear to hinder her getting a good grope.
But his attitude kept her from doing just that very self-same thing.
He seemed not to care about getting right down to the openly sexual part.
It was a let's-pretend thing in her mind.
Till Tom Lane got down to business.
"Let me have a look at your titties. I think that I see a few bruises on them." He reached and took the left one in his hands and cupped it gently and tickled his thumbs with the nipple.
This drove Carrie out of her fucking mind.
She began to moan and roll around on the blanket as if in the throes of labor.
"Oh dear, You poor thing," Tom Lane said. "They do hurt you. Well I'll just massage them till the soreness is relieved."
He began to roll and knead them, first one and then the other. Always making certain to pay particular attention to the nipples.
Thus, by the time he was on his second go-around of breast massage, her nipples were thrusting upward and just as hard and stiff as they could be. It was really turning her on.
Obviously, Tom liked the feeling of the hard nipples beneath his fingers, because he kept playing with them and running them over his fingertip pads.
Carrie was moaning in an unbroken cadence now, and even rolling her lush little body from side to side in a gently motion of delicious desire. She was getting hotter and hotter.
"Poor little thing. They must hurt you a lot," Tom said in his most sympathetic voice.
"Oh, they do," Carrie replied in a hoarse whisper.
"Well, your old man will make them feel better." '
"O-h-h-h. Thank you, Tom. Thank you so much," Carrie whispered back. "I could just kiss you for being so good to me."
She hoped Tom would take the hint and start getting down to brass tacks.
Her cunt was so hot by now that she could feel the juices literally leaking out and running down between the crack of her ass.
"What a sweet, kind thing to say," Tom answered. "You are a good girl. Your old man knew that from the start. And he knew that his little girl would be good to him."
"Oh yes, Tom, I would do anything for you."
"Anything covers a lot of ground, now doesn't it, Carrie?"
"I mean it, Tom. For you I would do just anything."
"Would you mind if your old man took off his clothes. I mean, it would be so much easier to massage you without all these buttons and brass studs on my pants scraping and cutting your little body when I move around to massage you."
"Oh. It's okay. I think that would be the nicest thing you could do," Carrie breathed in ecstasy. "It would be so friendly-like."
"Then would you help your old man take off his things?"
"Oh yes. Of course I will, Tom."
Carrie raised herself up onto her knees and started to unbutton his old plaid shirt, exposing his narrow but well muscled chest. It was covered with a full mat of hair of almost black color, interspersed here and there with a smattering of white.
Carrie was becoming so excited at the prospect of seeing a grown man's naked body that she was shaking as her hands fumbled with the buttons. She was imagining what the sight of his hard old cock was like. She imagined it jutting out of his loins like a flagpole.
When she got the last button undone she pushed it back off his shoulders and then got up and went around behind Tom and slit it all the way down his back and off his arms. She wasn't prepared for what she saw.
At the sight of his back, she drew in a breath.
There were scars all across his back. They looked like the kind of scars that would be made with a whip. She had just seen the re-run of "Roots" on TV before leaving her old orphanage in Kansas City, and that's what flashed into her mind. It looked as if Tom Lane had taken more whipping than Kunta Kinte and all his relatives combined.
She regained her composure and spoke.
"D ... do they beat you too?" she gasped.
Immediately she felt a deep and binding sympathy for the older man. He was a homely looking guy, and here he was trapped in this weird family in a remote location. Her feelings of sympathy were real.
"Dora whips me," the man said blankly. "But she only does it when I'm bad. She believes in strict discipline. She likes to tie me up and whip me."
Throwing her young arms around him and hugging him close from the back she said, "Oh. Poor old Tom."
"Come now, let's not see my little girl cry. You just get back here and help your old man off with the rest of his clothes."
She let go of the narrow but strong shoulders and got down and began to remove his work shoes. Then she took off his white wool socks. Tom had big strong feet.
Carrie could see that he must have very hairy legs as well. The hair ran down in a little line all the way to his toes. Each toe had a fine little tuft growing out of the top.
Then Tom stood up and Carrie got around in front of him and knelt. She began to unbutton his old jeans.
Her excitement was getting out of control and she was shaking so badly that she could hardly manage the buttons. When she did get the last one open, she almost swooned.
The hair on his chest rolled all the way to his groin in beautiful thick waves and ended in a magnificent bale of black curls that framed the base of a gigantic cock and a set of nuts that were truly beautiful. Even in the poor light of the barn she could see that his cock was incredible.
She pulled his jeans down, gaping at his genitals. She watched the big dick spring fully into view as the jeans found their way to his ankles. The base of the rod was thick and sturdy. It was perfectly shaped, with a massive mushroom-like head.
The balls were huge and oval-shaped, like chicken eggs in a bag of wrinkled skin. Hair was everywhere, above the rod in a wiry patch and sticking out all over the scrotum.
The balls hung heavily before her eyes. The sac was full, but with enough play in the skin so that when he moved there was a gentle swaying. The cock was semi-erect, flushed with the color of his blood.
Tom had a good smell. It was like the smell of someone who has had a good shower with old-fashioned brown soap, but long enough ago that the body had time to manufacture its own masculine scent. And for all of Tom's facial ugliness, he had one of the most sensual bodies that the girl had ever seen or imagined. His scent was mesmerizing. It had just enough of that musky essence to make her grow suddenly and profoundly aroused.
Carrie stared up and down at the naked man. From the jeans bunched at the ankles to the homely face.
She gasped in ecstasy as the eight inches of his thick and uncircumcised masculine perfection swung upwards from his thigh and gracefully rose to a full erection. It was just as she had imagined it, sticking out from his loins like a flagpole.
It curved in a magnificent arc up and away from the groin and the handsome balls, only to reach an apex halfway out on the magnificent shaft. There the curve slackened out to the huge cockhead. There was such a large foreskin, that even though the farmer had a big hard-on, the head was shielded from direct view. Carrie saw only the mushroom shape.
Only the piss hole peeked out through the thick foreskin. It looked like a tiny eye to Carrie. As she stared at it, it seemed to be looking back ... and smiling benignly at the same time.
"Wow," she said in awe. "What a bone!"
As she looked at the magnificent piece of meat, the piss hole started to glisten and then slowly a tiny drop of pearl-like precome fluid began to form and grow. It fairly beckoned to be licked up by a girl's tongue.
Carrie couldn't resist her next move.
Almost involuntarily, she reached up with her tongue and licked the pearl drop off the head. She heard the old man moan softly as she did so.
She gazed up at him. His eyes were drooped closed, and he was murmuring in intensely private pleasure. Carrie got a sudden odor of passion scent from the cock. It was a wondrous thing to her.
Carrie was in ecstasy. She knew that she had made this man happy. She hoped that the rewards would be an improved reaction than she had been getting from other members of the family. Maybe this man would befriend her now. Maybe he would help her escape.
"Lift your foot, dear Tom," she said. He did so, and then she slipped first one leg and then the other of his jeans off.
He stood there, totally naked.
"Oh Tom!" she exclaimed. "You're so beautiful."
"If my little girl thinks so, Carrie, it must be the truth."
"Oh, it's true, Tom."
"All right, now's the time to do something about it." With that, he knelt and pulled her down onto the blanket. This time, it was clear that he had more in mind than just giving her a massage.
Carrie lay down with him, spreading her legs so that her sweet young cunt and firm breasts with their erected nipples were both exposed and waiting in almost unbearable anticipation for Tom to go to work on them. She wanted his thick cock up her cunt. She wanted his lips and teeth on her nipples. She wanted that thrilling feeling that she had gotten on the train with the conductor, and again with George.
She got a sudden, inexplicable urge to be tied up as she had been in the train compartment and in the dark with George. She shook off the feeling and settled back to enjoy whatever it would be that the old man would do to her.
Tom got between her legs, kneeling there as he began to caress her thighs. Gradually, he moved upward, bypassing the core of her hot sensuality. He reached her stomach, running his hands lovingly over the smooth flatness. He was quickly in the vicinity of her breasts, and he lovingly molded them with his hands.
As he did that, his cock rose to even greater prominence, getting still longer and thicker. The swollen head pushed against the lips of her wet pussy.
Tom kept doing this till Carrie thought she would go mad if he didn't do something to stop the fire in the very center of her cunt. He was so damned skillful with his hands, especially when they found her erect nipples.
The lips of her cunt were so swollen from desire and out-and-out lusting that they were almost completely nakedly thrust outside the protecting mat of pubic hair. They were moist and dewy, ready for pleasure.
They stuck out so much and were so wet from her cunt juices that, when Tom's blunt-headed cock poked her in the pussy as he leaned up to caress her breasts, it slipped right into the hole. Without realizing it he was fucking her in the cunt.
Each time he shifted the weight of his body, he would go in just a little more till he was sliding at least three or four inches of cock up into her pussy. It was the softest, most natural fuck in the world.
Carrie's cunt muscles were throbbing and reacting with a mind of their own. Her cunt would grab onto his pole, desperately trying to hold it there. Each time he shifted away from her, though, the cock slid out and made her hotter than ever before.
It was also making Tom hotter. His body began to take on a fine glow from the moisture beginning to form there.
"How does my little girl feel now?" he asked.
"Oh, Tom," she rasped, hardly able to speak from the lust that was rising in her body. "Kiss me. Tell me you think I'm the most beautiful girl in the world."
"Is that what you want?"
She suddenly remembered that he had to be an expert on torture, on raising her suspense to the point where it was unbearable. He would know just what to say and do to increase her sexual arousal to the point of pain. He learned from a good one, his sadistic old wife.
Carrie understood now that the man was bringing her towards climax intentionally slowly. He wanted her to be teased to the point of pain.
"Tell me," he said, "tell me what you want me to say."
"Please say I'm beautiful," she found herself pleading.
"If I do that," he came back, "I'll have to stop my loving on your body. You don't want me to do that do you, just for a compliment?"
"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Her pussy lips were on fire and she forgot her need for love. "Touch me down there," she begged.
Carrie was mad with desire now. She no longer cared how she looked or acted, how she appeared in his eyes.
She wanted Tom to to make love to her. She wanted him to put his eight inches of beautiful hard cock into her throbbing, burning cunt and to fuck her till they were both exhausted.
"All right, baby. I'll do what you want. Just to make you happy, Carrie baby."
Slowly, Tom leaned forward and the head of his cock pushed open the hot pussy lips once more. Ever so gently, ever so slowly, he leaned farther and farther over Carrie so that with each movement he made another inch of his cock slide inside the burning hot cunt encasing his now-throbbing cock-meat in an inferno of unspeakable pleasure.
"Oh Tom. Oh. Oh. Oh," the girl moaned.
Tom lowered himself a little more and gently shoved another inch into her hot cunt.
Carrie began to moan without stopping. She was adjusting her legs and stretching them as wide as possible while at the same time pushing her ass up so as to give Tom a nice clear entrance into the very depths of her cunt.
As she adjusted her ass and it thrust upward it impaled itself on at least another two inches of Tom's cock. He moaned in response. The thickness of his massive prick stretched apart the young girl's cuntal caviety.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned. "Why weren't you on that train, Tom? Oh. Why? Why?" She was out of her mind with pleasure.
"I wish I was too," Tom laughed. "Tell me what really happened on that train."
"I got raped," the girl said! "I was sound asleep one minute. The next thing I knew that pig was all over me and then he rammed me real hard and there was this great pain. I began to bleed and he just wouldn't stop." She reached out and put her firm young arms around Tom's neck, drawing him close. "He wasn't beautiful and gentle like you Tom."
When their lips met, Tom slid the last of his hard cock up deeply into the lust-maddened heat of her cunt.
As the wonderful heavy sac of his balls, filled with their swollen fruit and accumulation of semen fell against her flesh, Carrie nearly passed out with ecstatic pleasure. She had never known that sex could be so good.
"M-mm-mm-m," she moaned.
"Oh-h-h-h-h-h," Tom groaned in return. He was now moaning and groaning, gently grinding his hips so that he could heighten the already explosive feeling surrounding his hard shaft.
"Oh, Tom. I love you," Carrie moaned.
"I love you too," Tom came back.
Their lips met again and Carrie began to probe into Tom's mouth with her hot tongue. Reaching back as far as she could go, sucking his lips into her mouth and trying wildly to draw him into her forever.
Tom's tongue began to play back to her. He inserted it into her sweet-tasting mouth and ran it up between her lips and gums. Encompassing the entire front of her mouth with his desire. Then he thrust it into her mouth almost reaching her throat with its great length.
Carrie could feel the huge girth of his cock deep in her cunt. She was on fire for his cock. She wanted more and more of it in her cunt.
"Fuck me, Tom. Please, fuck me before I go out of my mind." She was almost on the verge of tears, she was so hyped-up and sexually excited.
"Oh, baby, that's what I want to do," he replied. "But I'm so fuckin' big I don't want to hurt you."
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h!" she groaned. "You can't hurt me. I love you. I want to feel that great cock of yours sliding in and out of my cunt. I want to feel it throbbing against the walls of my pussy. I want it all, Tom. I want only you. Always. Always. I only want you to fuck me. Oh! Please! Fuck the hell out of me. O-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
Tom was humping up and down madly now, responding to her pleas.
Carrie felt him rip in and out of her. She thrust up her hips and forced the great shaft of his dick deeply into her. She forced it in to the last possibly inch.
Tom was riding with her, fucking her like hell.
He grabbed Carrie with one arm around the neck and one under her left arm between her soft young body and tight to her sweaty little arm pit and began to fuck. His hold on her was strong, and his body was literally welded to hers.
Their lips were fused together and their mutual tonguing was endless. She was grinding her hips up and around and back and forth in every possible direction in what looked like someone trying to get away from an impalement. It was just the opposite.
Carrie was trying to impale herself to her very depths on Tom's gigantic lovepole. Its pulsing and throbbing set her cunt walls on fire. She could feel its outline clearly in her tight, almost virgin cunt. She could feel the foreskin rolling back and forth across the hugely swollen head as it moved in and out of her cunt.
Tom was now lost in the madness of his desire.
It had been years since he had this kind of sex, the girl was sure. How could fucking that old bitch he was married to compare to this? He was thrusting his mighty weapon deeply inside of her, and she could tell that he was rampaging out of control.
"O-h-h-h," he groaned.
"M-mm-m," she sighed in return.
It was an incredible pleasure, one she had never even imagined was possible.
Tom's huge cock was thrusting in and out of the tight but slippery cunt. The walls of her cuntal sheath gripped it tightly, giving them both tremendous excitement. Carrie could tell that it wouldn't be long before the man came inside of her, and she was on the verge herself.
"Oh, honey," Tom said, "I'm going to take it out for a while. Otherwise I'm going to let go and fire all I got inside of you right now. And I don't want to do that. Not right away, not so soon."
"You d ... do wh ... what you want," she managed to say, hanging on to him for dear life.
"We can make love another way for a while," the older man suggested, slowing the pace of his thrusting.
"What? Wh ... what?" she asked.
"Would you mind sucking on my dick for a while?" he asked almost timidly.
"I'd sure like to," she replied. "I'd sure like to suck on that wonderful pole of yours, if you'd let me."
"Oh, baby. I'd just love it." He hugged her even tighter. It made him feel so good at the suggestion, she could see that. His face was aglow with satisfaction.
"Maybe I'll be able to get the whole thing in my mouth. I'll try to get it all in."
Tom slowly removed his huge chunk of meat from the hot young hole. When Carrie felt the head finally pop out, and pull away from the grasp of her pussy lips, she moved under Tom till his great cock was right in front of her face. She opened her mouth, and with her arms around Tom's waist, she gently pulled him toward her.
She closed her eyes and then she felt the beautiful pulsing head enter her mouth and her hot young lips closed around it. They both moaned with pleasure and satisfaction at the very same instant. Tom began to slowly face-fuck the happy girl.
She relaxed as best she could and let him get as much in as he was able, hoping that with each thrust he would be able in some way, by some miracle, to suck it all into her mouth and throat.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," he groaned. "Baby, that's good. So good. Suck it tight around the head. That's it. That's it. Roll the foreskin back."
As she did what he told her, the foreskin rolled back and the great throbbing head was exposed to the full warmth of her mouth and as the lips tightened around the shaft just behind the ridge of that great pulsing head, Tom let go and just thrust the whole damned meat into her mouth.
She nearly choked and began to gag as the huge shaft hit the back of her throat.
It was a huge cock, a magnificent cock, but the girl's slender throat was no match for it.
But it kept on coming till she was pushing Tom away now instead. She choked and sputtered, gasping for breath, struggling against the onslaught of the giant cock.
Tom pulled back.
He stood up and spread his legs so that he had a good wide stance. His cock and balls now swung free.
"Try it this way," he said. "I think that you might have an easier time of it. It seems to be a more natural entrance into the mouth from this angle."
"Okay. Anything you say, Tom."
Carrie got onto her knees and grasped the gigantic dick with both hands and guided the throbbing, heavy thing into her mouth. Once in she released her hold on it and began to fondle the magnificent balls in their enormous hairy sac of fleshy skin.
"Oh, yes. That's better. Suck it, honey. Suck the shit out of my cock. You just suck your old man's cock and get all the goodies out of it without having to crack them nuts. O-h-h-h-h-h-h! Suck! Suck! Suck!"
Tom had been right. At that angle the cock slid right into her mouth, and it completely disappeared down her throat. She was deep-throating the old man.
Carrie could feel it go past her throat and start down toward her stomach. It was a wonderful sensation, having that much cock in her mouth and throat.
When his balls hit her chin and her nose became buried in the bale of pubic hair and the musky smell of Tom's groin hit her, she went wild. It was as if she had smoked a stick of angel dust. She totally freaked out. She was sucking and drawing on the cock as if it were a reefer and she were an addict. She licked and slurped and lapped her way into a state near madness.
Tom put his hands behind her head and began to face-fuck her as hard as he could.
"O-h-h-h-h, suck that cock. Damn it bitch. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck it good. O-h-h-h-h. Suck the spunk out of that fucking dick. It's all yours baby. Suck it. Suck. O-h-h-h-h-h-h! Suck the fuck out of it."
Carrie began to frig herself with one hand and madly stroke Tom's balls with the other. She was so hot that she was beginning to come, and as the first load started to spurt out of her red hot cunt, she groaned a long loud sound. Tom knew immediately that she was coming.
"Yeah, that's it baby. Shoot your juices and suck hard on that ol' cock of mine."
Carrie didn't need the urging. She was guzzling away on Tom's rod.
"O-h-h-h," he moaned. "I'm just about to come."
Tom started jamming his cock faster and faster into her love-hungry mouth.
Then she felt the first surge. That first pulse that is always different from the others, the dry ones that come before, had already impinged itself in her mind. She anticipated the surge of cum juice that was going to fill her throat.
"Suck my cock, baby," Tom said. "Open your mouth wide and drink my spunk. I'm going to give you the full load of cum right n-o-o-o-o w w w w!"
Carrie became so excited she started to cum all over again. The hot sperm in her throat aroused her to a peak of passionate lust.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," Tom groaned. "M-mm-mm-m," Carrie moaned. They were cuming together, moaning and groaning in passion. The cock was pulsing and throbbing violently, jerking madly as the huge tube under the shaft of the great fucking machine grew thicker and pressed against the girl's tongue.
It shot gob after gob as if the old man had collected his semen for months.
"A-h-h-h-h-h-h," he sighed in gratification.
His massive organ went crazy. It pulsed and jerked shooting wads of semen time after time till Carrie was certain she would choke on it. It was coming so fast and there was so much of it.
She loved it. She loved the feel and the taste.
Tom pulled all the way back till the head and a couple of inches were in her mouth and moved it rapidly back and forth, shooting the last loads of hot semen in her open mouth.
It was so good to her, and the taste was so delicious. The feeling of the head of the cock brushing her lips was marvelous. The cum juice drove her out of her mind. She sucked and gulped and swallowed the last of his sprem.
Finally, Tom's big cock jerked and the head pulsed for the last time. He was dry.
There wasn't another drop for the girl's willing mouth.
Slowly, unwillingly, Carrie let go of the beautiful love-stick. Reluctantly, Tom pulled it away from her lovely young face.
"Oh, Carrie," he said. "You're the love of my life."
"Oh, Tom," she said in reply. "You're just wonderful."
He pulled her up to him and enfolded her in his arms. Their lips met, seeking each other deeply. They were like that for some time, and the girl enjoyed the warmth and security of the older man's arms. She had sucked up to him only as a means of escaping the farm., but as she hugged close to him, she forgot all that. She forgot all about her desire to get away.
CHAPTER FOUR
After the two of them rested in each other's arms for a time, they became amorous once more. The first thing they did was straighten the blanket over some hay and climb onto it once more.
This time, however, Tom was lying on his back and Carrie was just about to sit on top of his cock. It had gradually risen to its full height once more, and was throbbing and quivering like a great flagpole in a high wind.
"Oh, Tom. Your cock is the most beautiful thing in the whole world."
Carrie grabbed the huge engine with one hand and leaned forward on the other. This gave her a perfect position in which to work ... or to fuck.
She guided the monster cock to the lips of her juicy young cunt. There she held it while she wiggled her ass, causing the lips of her hot pussy to play havoc with Tom's nerves.
She let her lips run back and forth over the quivering head which in all its swollen majesty was seeping seminal fluid almost as far as it could shoot a load of semen when ready.
"Baby, be a good girl and don't drive your old man out of his fucking mind. Just put my big dick into your pussy and let it take care of itself."
Tom was on the verge of a nervous breakdown from the incredible sensations her pussy lips were giving the swollen, exposed head of his big cock. He just couldn't stand it. He knew that if he was brought to shooting like that it would hurt for days afterwards.
The pressure became so intense and the tickling on his cock-head caused him such musclar tension that when the load did let go it had been kept back with such force that the force to bring it out was even greater and drove through his shaft at such pressure that it literally seared the tubes all the way to his swollen bouncing nuts.
"Okay, Tom. I won't. But it sure does feel awfully good." Carrie was in seventh heaven.
She had never loved anyone before. Not really, and certainly not anyone like this. She loved this homely man. She really and truly loved him at that moment.
She loved him so much that she would do anything to make him happy and give him the utmost pleasure and joy. And this she was going to do right now.
She stuck the great head in her cunt. Then she slid slowly away to the base of the gigantic cock. She screwed onto it. The sensation was electrifying for them both. They started to hump away, but just at that moment they heard a sound in the old barn and jerked their gaze in the direction of the door.
It swung open, and there stood Dora Lane, striking a menacing stance, the light coming from behind her and silhouetting her sharply angled body. There were some objects in one of her ham-like hands.
"Don't mind me," she said. "You just akeep on fucking."
Carrie turned to Tom and saw him shudder. Then he just shrugged and they resumed their humping, this time in a more discreet manner. Carrie turned partially in the direction of the older woman, glancing at her for a reaction.
Dora stood quietly watching, getting hotter by the minute. Carrie could see the woman twitch convulsively. She dropped the load of stuff in her hand, and slowly the hand reached under her dress. The dress came up and caught around her voluptuous hips.
Carrie looked away, saw that Tom was also eyeing his wife carefully. He was thrusting slowly into the girl, in and out in a steady rhythm, watching his wife out of the corner or his eye. Carrie began to get turned on by the stroking of his thick cock. She rose and dropped her loins to meet him, then stole another look at the woman in the doorway of the old barn.
Dora had no underpants on, so when she lifted her dress she was ready to go. She was now rubbing her crotch unashamedly. Carrie could see an expression on her face, now that her eyes had become accustomed to the light. The woman was feeling good.
She snaked her fingers into her hot cunt, and began to play with her hot lips. Carrie could see a finger search out and find the clitoris. Then the older woman massaged the love button sensuously.
Pussy juices were running like sap from a tree, as Dora started to jam her fingers in and out of her love-hole. Her hips were jamming themselves back and forth onto her hand. She looked as if she would explode any minute. Each time she started to get there, the woman would slacken off for a few seconds and let her pressure subside.
Then she would start all over again. This went on for quite some time, but the more she saw and heard of the growingly passionate couple fucking in the stall, the hotter and hotter she got. It was obvious that she loved watching the couple fuck. A lot of people must get off on watching other people fuck, Carrie thought.
It was clearly making the woman excited to see her husband sticking his horse's cock into the juicy cunt of the young girl. She loved watching it slide in and out of the moist pussy.
Dora began to moan and groan herself. Her cunt was getting wet. Suddenly, she took her hand away and bent to retrieve something that she had dropped to the floor. It was a club! Carrie saw that it had been the handle of an old pitchfork or broom that had been sawed off to about eighteen inches to make a weapon.
To the girl's amazement, Dora began to use the club as a dildo. The top of the old handle was beautifully rounded, and was slightly larger than the diameter of the lower end. It had been made that way to make it easier to grip, but it worked out as a perfect cock-shaped dildo.
The wood was hard and smooth as ivory, and Dora shoved it right between the lubricated lips of her pussy. She thrust it in as comfortably as if she'd done it many times before. It flew in and out of her cunt like a gigantic hard maple penis. She was frigging her cunt madly with the dildo.
She was able to get most of it in, and that was quite a feat. Carrie thought maybe her cunt had been enlarged over the years by Tom's huge cock.
Dora obviously loved the old dildo. It could reach places no cock could touch. She began to ram the thing madly. She fucked it. She humped the shit out of it. The bitch's cunt nearly ate the thing up. She was doing her damnedest to get her nuts off.
She stood there splay-legged. Her juices shot out of her wide-open cunt in a torrent of spent lust. She jammed the wooden dildo with jackhammer movements, in and out and then across the erect and burning clit. She was giving that button of molten sensuality the ride of its life with the slickly hard maple dildo.
Then she just fell to the floor of the ok barn and spread her legs and really opened her cunt lips wide up. She began to hammer the hell out of her cunt. Dora began to groan and then she was moaning and moaning something fierce.
As Carrie watched in horror, the woman writhed on the floor, shrieking madly. Her screams filled the old barn, as she went on fucking her cunt with the eighteen-inch dildo. Her screams were the big loud long shrieks of the deepest orgiastic pleasure anyone could have heard.
Her pussy had opened and taken all the dildo. It must have been touching the very bottom of her cunt. It might even have been shoved into her womb for all the wide-eyed girl knew.
Dora could not contain the joy she was having from the fucking of the big dildo in her cunt. Eighteen inches of hard maple, smoothed to silk and artfully manipulated, was giving her incredible joy.
"She ain't never took it all before," Tom Lane said to the girl, as they both slowed their humping and stared at the woman writhing on the floor.
"This has got to be the best fuck she's ever had," Carrie couldn't resist saying.
Dora fucked away in her cunt for some time with the long dildo, and then she gradually ground to a halt. She lay there on her back in the soft light that streamed through the open door, the pitchfork handle sticking out of her pussy, straight up in the air. She was huffing and puffing, gasping to regain her breath.
Her come juice was glistening on her loins, in her pubic hair, all up the length of the dildo. There were little droplets of juice that had been splashed all over the floor. Carrie just stared at the weird woman. She wondered for a time if Dora had killed herself with the thing.
"You think she's done herself in?" she asked the man whose cock was still up her cunt.
"I don't think so," he laughed. "But it wouldn't surprise me if she does us in."
"How so?"
"Don't fool yourself, little one. We're in for it now. She don't like no other woman fuckin' her man, and she don't like her man fuckin' no other woman."
It was not long before the woman came to her senses and rose from the floor. She tossed the club she'd used as a dildo aside and retrieved something else from the floor. Carrie gasped aloud. She saw what it was. It was a long, black, sinewy bull whip, a mean looking black-snake, the kind you use to discipline a recalcitrant bull.
Dora moved stealthily to the lying couple. Carrie was atop the older man, cringing in fear. Then came the crack of the whip, and the searing pain she had anticipated with such terror.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!"
Carrie screamed in agony as the lash fell across her back with a viciousness that she had never felt in her life before. She'd been beaten at the orphanage, but nothing like this. If this is what Dora had meant by strict discipline in her advertisement, Carrie wanted no part of it.
Tom tried to cover himself, but he couldn't escape the anger of the lash. Dora had them in a compromising position, and they were helpless.
Finally, Tom did get his enormous cock unplugged from Carrie's tight and now-convulsive cunt. But he was naked, and there was no way they could get around the angry Dora and get to the door. After dealing out some more vicious blows to both of them, the woman went back to the door and closed it. She locked the door and slipped the key into her dress pocket.
She returned to the cowering couple and began wielding the whip some more. Carrie began to cry and begged her to stop. This only drove the woman's maddened desire into sheer insanity.
"You fucking whore!" Dora screamed at her.
"Please. Please stop. For heaven's sake. Please stop! You're killing me!" Carrie begged and screamed.
"You fucking, filthy cocksucking, cunt of a whore! You bet your ass I'll kill you. But it's going to take months, maybe years to do it the way I have planned for you. And by that time you'll be such a fucking ugly bitch you'll kill yourself. You stinking rotten cunt. You filthy fucking slut. Sneaking around behind my back and seducing a good man like my Tom with your maggot-infested little pussy. I'll teach you to fuck around with me and my man. I'll cut you up like a slab of beef."
"Please. Stop whipping me. You're sick. You're perverted. You're a crazy sick thing. Don't you see that? Don't you know what a crazy vicious sick bitch you are?"
Carrie was a mass of whip welts by now, and some of them were beginning to bleed. Her whole body was on fire. She was being driven out of her mind by this crazy insane family.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned.
At last Tom stood in front of her and began to take the lashings himself. He said that sooner or later the madness that had taken Dora's mind would leave and she would be all right once more. "Hang on," he told the girl. "Hang on. She'll come back to her right mind. She always does."
The woman began to scream obscenities at the old man. The whip lashed out faster and harder, cutting deeper than it had ever cut before. Soon Tom found himself a bloody mess as well. Then-suddenly-the onslaught stopped.
The two bloody, beaten Human beings just stood stock still for a moment. Then Carrie looked around Tom, who was standing in front of her.
"Oh. She's fallen down. She's twitching all over like she's going crazy or something."
"She's having one of her fits," Tom said nonchalantly. "Now's the time to get you out of here and get Dora up to the house."
Tom hurriedly got into his clothes.
"No. I'd better stay here," the girl said. "If she finds I got out when she comes to, she'll just whip me all the harder."
"Don't worry," Tom said. "She's laid up for maybe two days after one of these things. By that time you'll have been such a big help that she will have forgotten just what she was beating you for in the first place. But thank your stars she freaked out like this. I really think she was going to kill the both of us."
"Shit."
"Don't worry. In the next couple of days she'll be out of commission, and you'll have a chance to get to know her better."
"I hope she doesn't go crazy too often."
"She don't. After one of these, it might be three months afore she flips her wig again. In the meantime, you'll be surprised how nice it can be to live here with us on the farm. The food's good, and the air's clean. You may even get to like it."
"Maybe," Carrie said, feeling her wounded back. "But I don't believe so."
The two of them helped Dora up to the house, half-carrying her, and then they laid her in the bed. After they ministered to the woman for a time, Tom showed Carrie where her new bedroom was. It was small and unpretentious, but it was a big improvement over the stall in the old barn.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was three days before Dora was up and around again, and she was fairly quiet. In the meantime, Carrie had insinuated herself into the structure of the household, and enjoyed the run of the farm. She was still thinking of different means by which she might effect an escape, and she was looking for the right opportunity.
She had taken care of Dora with the utmost attentiveness. By the third morning of the old woman's confinement, they had actually struck up a pleasant relationship. They chatted amiably, and the events in the barn were never mentioned.
One of the things the old lady liked best was a sponge bath, and Carrie attended to this each day. She noticed that Dora directed her efforts to her breasts and her cunt, but she decided not to say anything about it. If Dora was getting off on the bath, what difference did that make to the young girl. As long as Dora was happy and quiet.
One morning, Carrie was giving the woman her sponge bath, while Karl and Goerge looked on. The two boys hadn't given the girl any trouble during the past few days, but they were constantly gaping at her. She sensed that something was brewing, and she was anticipating some kind of outbreak of their passionate lust.
"I hope this makes you feel better, Dora," she said to the old woman as she bathed her with the sponge. She picked up a washcloth and used it to soothe the woman's breasts and cunt.
"Down lower," the older woman directed.
She spread her thighs, and Carrie dragged the wet cloth over the woman's cunt.
"Does that feel good?" the girl asked.
"Oh. I'll say it does. Could you just go over that once more, and really wash out my cunt good? It feels great on my sore lips. That stick did a job on me."
It was her first mention of the episode in the barn.
"Sure, Dora." Carrie made certain that the washrag was good and wet with the hot water and soap when she applied it to the woman's cunt. She spread the pussy lips and inserted the rag a good three inches up into Dora's aching hole.
"Oh, that feels good," Dora groaned.
Carrie kept working the wet cloth around and reamed out the mature cunt thoroughly. She made sure to catch the clitoris now and then.
Dora by this time was really hot. She was grinding her hips up into the good feeling that the young girl was giving to her cunt. She gave Carrie a certain look, and the girl understood that the older woman was ready for a lot more than just a washcloth plying her cunt.
"Honey," Dora said. "Over there in the top right hand drawer of the dresser, you'll find a thing that looks like a big rubber cock. It's my dildo. It's not as powerful as the wooden one, but my cunt can't handle that now. Go git it. Wash it off in the hot water and let it get good and warm. Then put it in my cunt. It'll make me feel much more relaxed than just a sponge or washcloth.
Carrie stepped away from the woman and looked towards the drawer. She noticed the Karl and George were leering at her. She ignored them and went to the drawer.
"I've just got to feel a much deeper sense of contentment," the old woman was saying. "Not that you're not doing good, Carrie. You are. But for a woman like me, that's not quite good enough."
Carrie opened the drawer and looked in. There was an immense dildo-about a foot long-and about as thick as the conductor's cock. It looked for all the world like a man's penis, cut off and lying in a drawer. She'd never seen one before.
"Is this what you mean?" she inquired of Dora, as she hefted the big rubber prick.
"Oh, yes. That's it." Dora seemed to grow enthusiastic just at the sight of the thing. "Isn't it marvelous," she asked the young girl.
"Oh yeah, I'll say. Where does it all go? It's so very large and all." Carrie was overwhelmed at the size and weight of the thing.
"She can take it!" George called out, and Karl gave out with a big belly laugh.
"Shut up, son," Dora said. "You just bring it here, Carrie. I'll find a place for it to fit." Dora could hardly wait. Carrie knew she hadn't had a really first class frigging since she'd had a fit in the barn. She brought the thing over to her.
"Now just put it in the hot water there, Dora said, motioning toward the basin of hot water that Carrie had been using to sponge bathe her with. "In a few minutes it will be thoroughly warmed through, then you just put the head of it in my pussy and we'll see how much of it I can accommodate today."
Carrie placed the monster in the water, having to bend it around and hold it submerged in order to cover the entire thing with its huge head and rubber nuts. Otherwise it would have popped out of the basin with at least six inches sticking into the air.
While it was heating up, Dora was playing with her breasts and frigging her cunt alternately. She was getting hot, just playing with herself like that. Carrie could see her eyes cloud over. She guessed the old woman was thinking of the young girl frigging her with the dildo. Pussy juices were already coming so heavy that they were practically shooting all around and they were dripping onto the bed sheets.
Carrie heard Karl and George step quietly across the room. They took up a post where they could get a better view of the action.
"Can Ma take that thing all the way up her cunt?" Karl asked in a whisper to George.
"Hell yes," Carrie heard the younger brother reply. "She can take it all. She did that pitchfork handle, didn't she? I guess that she sure as hell can take that dinky thing."
"It makes me horny just to imagine it," Karl said.
"Me too," George came back. Carrie watched as he opened his fly and whipped out his already hard cock.
"Look at that boy," Dora said, her eyes clearing as she went on playing with her pussy. "Ain't he something."
"What are you up to?" Carrie asked the boy.
"Flaggin' my dong," George laughed. "Ain't that what it looks like?"
"He's crazy," Karl offered.
"Oh, cut the shit, Karl," George said. "Whip yours out and flag it too. I can see that it's as hard as mine."
Karl hesitated a minute, but before he could make up his mind his brother reached over and whipped down his zipper and was already groping for his brother's hard meat. Karl didn't even have time to protest before his hard cock was out and waving in front of everyone.
"Come on," George commanded. "Play with mine and I'll play with yours."
Karl blushed, but he went along with the arrangement. The two of them stood there, jerking each other off, watching their mother play with her cunt. Dora laughed loudly.
"Okay, honey," she said to Carrie. "I think that the dildo is thoroughly warmed through by now. Let's try it." She was hot now, and her face was flushed.
"All right," the girl said. "Now you hold your lips apart and I'll put the head in for you." Carrie was being most helpful. Already her young cunt was juicy and moist from the excitement of just handling the dildo and the feeling of it in her young inexperienced hands. The sight of the two young men frigging each other's cocks was getting her randy.
She placed the head of the monster against the opened lips of Dora's pussy, and then she shoved it in to the depth of about three inches. That was for a start.
Dora groaned and started to grind her hips against the dildo. "More," she cried. "Give me more, Carrie." Dora's voice was hoarse with need.
Carrie shoved once more and in went another six inches. This time Dora nearly threw herself out of bed when the great rubber dong slid into that wonderful depth.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," she groaned. She let out a long moan of satisfaction, and thrust her hips up into the great cock.
Carrie had not been ready for her thrust, and so kept her hand steady. This caused the mammoth dildo to jam all the way into Dora's pussy, right up to the huge, realistically molded rubber balls.
Dora let out a yelp of absolute animal pleasure and grabbed the end of the great cock right out of the hands of the young girl. She began to frig herself crazily.
"Oh. Oh. Oh. It feels so good. Carrie! It's fucking me. It's fucking my cunt. The biggest cock in the world is fucking my cunt. O-h-h-h-h-h!"
Dora's words fell on deaf ears.
Carrie was already in action. She had her hands at her own cunt, and was frigging herself madly with both hands. They flew busily over her pussy lips and flicked at her swelling clit button.
"M-mm-mm-m," she moaned.
She was completely overcome with her own arousal. She did not even realize for a full minute that there was another pair of hands and another pair of lips at her pussy. She looked down in a daze. Karl was on his knees in front of her. He was forcing his face into her hot young cunt.
"Oh. Yes. Do it. Do it," she was screaming. "Eat it. Fuck it. Suck it. O-h-h-h-h-h! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
She just kept screaming in ecstasy. Carrie lost track of what Dora was up to. She turned off the sound of Dora's ecstatic moans and the sight of the happy older woman fucking the hell out of her own cunt with the oversized dildo.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," Carrie groaned.
Then she felt another pair of hands fingering her asshole. She stuck her ass out for easier access. She really didn't care whose hands they were, though it was obvious that George had sprung expertly into action.
She was a different girl than the one who had gotten on the train in Kansas City. She had become sensualized. It was now second nature for her to open up her body for the pleasure of another person ... and herself.
She didn't even need to be tied up now.
George got down behind her and spread the cheeks of her willing ass. She could feel a trace of pain as his fingers brushed over the areas that had been whipped raw. This only excited the girl more, and the young man avidly explored the depths of her asshole.
Carrie was going insane with the pleasure she was getting on both ends.
"Oh, yes. Oh. Eat that asshole. Eat it out good," she cried. "Oh. Oh. O-h-h-h-h. Fuck it with your tongue. Stick your fucking tongue in there and ream it out. Make me feel it all the way inside. " She was yelling out her commands and wiggling her ass into Goerge's face. Then she grabbed Karl by the hair of his head and was shoving her hot young cunt right down onto his mouth as hard as she could.
"M-mm-mm," came the sound from Karl's mouth, as he lapped up her pussy juices.
"A-h-h-h-h-h," came the sigh from behind her, as George sucked out her asshole.
"Eat. Eat. Eat Both of you eat," she moaned. "Oh. Eat my cunt. Eat my ass. Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
She was now screaming with pleasure. She glanced at Dora, still fucking her cunt with the dildo.
"Oooo-oo-oo-oo-oo!" Dora was moaning, as she worked away on herself. She was oblivious to anything going on around her.
Carrie wanted her to see what the boys were doing to her.
"Look, Dora," she called out. "The boys are eating me out good. Dora. Isn't it wonderful?" She was swirling around in a madness of pleasure.
"Let's see," Dora said, coming to her senses. She got up and sat on the edge of the bed with her feet planted wide on the floor, frigging herself like crazy with the huge dildo and watching the boys eat out Carrie both front and back. "Eat me. Eat me. Eat me," she called out. Dora yelled frantically as she pulled the dildo completely out of the depths of her now-yawning cunt in one swift movement.
Carrie leaned over and braced herself on the edge of the bed. She buried her face in Dora's pulsating cunt. She jammed her tongue straight up onto the woman's very hard clitoris and went right to work on that love button without hesitation.
Dora let out a howl and grabbed the girl's head. She pushed her face into the sloppy pussy juice. Carrie slurped and lapped all up and down the inner lips of the huge cunt. She licked up cunt juice and tickled her asshole, and he was now frigging a finger in and out of her ass. His action pushed her face deeper into the older woman's cunt.
Dora seemed to go off into the stars.
"O-h-h-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming!"
Karl sneaked in between Carrie's legs and began to suck her cunt again. She got so excited she unloaded her cunt juice into his open and waiting mouth. Karl got turned on and began frigging his cock like mad.
"O-h-h-h-h," he moaned. "I'm coming!" With that he began to shoot off like crazy.
Carrie did not hesitate. She left Dora's pussy and its mature juices fell right on to the already shooting cock of her son. Impaling herself orally, she sank clear down to his tender balls.
"Oh. Take it. Take it all," he was shouting. And Carrie was sucking and slurping up the boiling sperm like it was honey.
She had bent over in such a compromising position that George could not resist making entrance into her ass with his throbbing cock. A big dick wormed its way into her asshole, parting the cheeks.
He had slapped all the saliva he could get onto his hand and rubbed his shaft thoroughly. This lubricated her rectum enough for him to make entry. In one smooth motion he had entered her and embedded the entire shaft in the hot young ass cavern.
"O-h-h-h-h," came the sound from deep in his throat.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e," came the scream from the girl. The suddenness of the attack was more shocking than any real pain in the ass.
"Like it?" George asked.
"More!" she begged.
Karl, who had just relieved his balls was getting up as Tom Lane came through the door, his eight inches already sticking out through the open fly of his jeans.
"Stay right there boy," the older man ordered, as he walked right up to his son and took hold of his head. He positioned his cock in front of the twenty-year-old's mouth.
"Please. No. P-l-e-a-s-e!" Karl had started to beg for mercy, but as he opened his mouth six inches of hard meat sank into the depths of his throat.
"Suck, boy!" Tom commanded.
Dora was already employed and on her knees in front of Carrie, as she was just inserting the huge dildo into the young girl's tight, hot cunt.
"Oh. Dora! It's so big. Please. Don't. I think it's going to split me open."
Dora was oblivious to her pleadings.
"You just shut up, you cunt," she said. "You fucking whore. You'll take this up your cunt. You bitch. You'll take it all. Even if I have to knock your cunt out of shape. Now spread your fucking, cock-hungry legs. Take your punishment for being a stinking whore." The woman seemed to be getting so hot, that it turned the girl on.
Suddenly, she understood the whole thing. She finally grasped what it was the family was up to. It was all a game. You keep resisting and pleading and screaming, but you always get off. It was great! It was wonderful!
"Oh, no. Please. No!" Carrie screamed. She went on pleading and Dora went right on shoving the huge rubber tool into her young cunt.
Carrie began to grind her hips into the gigantic thing, moaning and groaning in the intense pleasure coming from her cunt' and the dual pleasure coming from her ass. George was really pummeling the shit out of her ass.
She kept on protesting, knowing it would make Dora as excited as she was.
"Oh. Please, Dora! Don't do this to me! I just can't take it!"
"Oh yes you will," Dora said. "If you want to eat you'll take it. You're being punished for fucking my husband!"
Dora lashed out and slapped her a good one across the face. It stung like crazy.
"Oh please," Carrie cried. "I'll be good."
She opened her legs as far as she could without losing control of the cock that was punishing her cunt.
"How's that?" she asked Dora.
"That's better, girl. You need a lot more discipline. You'll get a lot more before I'm through with you."
Dora was getting hot. Carrie could see it in her eyes. She sat on the floor, her own legs splayed and her big cunt exposed. Carrie could see it begin to flex like an entity with a life of its own.
Dora shoved the fingers of her free hand up her cunt and began to frig herself with heavy urgent movements.
"Oh. Oh. Dora! George! Tom! Everybody!" Carrie screamed. "I'm coming. I'm going to unload. Oh. Dora! Dora! Jam that fucking monster in me. I can take it, Dora! O-h-h-h-h-h!" Carrie was screaming at the top of her lungs and her head was roving all over her shoulders as if in a trance. She was bouncing and jerking, having a great time of it. "A-h-h-h-h-h!" she sighed.
She let go with the loudest and longest wail she could obtain from her young lungs as her entire body began to quiver and shake. Her ass began to buck like she had gone completely mad, thrusting herself onto the male meat in her ass in one motion and clear to the balls of the rubber cock with the completed motion.
Back and forth in furious rhythm she ground her hips, her hands grabbing herself everywhere at once, trying to reach for the center of her pleasure and not being able to find it in her lusting madness.
"I'm coming, too!" Tom shouted. He rammed the eight inches all the way into his son's mouth and then quickly removed it and grabbed the dildo out of the hot aching young cunt and shoved the full eight inches into it in one stroke.
He put his arms all the way around her and his younger son who was fucking from the rear and started to buck into the young hot pussy like a bull fucking into a young cow.
Carrie was completely impaled and lost in the agony of orgasmic pleasure as the cocks in her began to shoot almost at the same time.
She felt the huge eight inches of Tom's start to swell and fill her cunt to bursting before it exploded deep in her with that first cannon burst of hot sperm that burnt the very bottom of her cunt.
Then George began to moan and yelp like a young puppy as his goodly bit of male meat began to unload its swollen balls of their semen into her hotly willing ass.
Dora in the meantime had gone down on Karl, whose cock had sprung up once again as soon as his father had begun to face-fuck him with real and immediate need.
But Karl was not to be outdone, so he got down on the floor and flipped around and began eating Dora out like it was his first meal in a month.
He grabbed her ass-cheeks and shoved the still-firm body into his face and began to suck and slurp and eat that pussy. It was his own mother's, but he loved it.
He began to slap the big firm ass with both his hands. He struck out with the flat of his hands making loud clear, clean smacking sounds. Dora began to groan and it was obvious that the slapping was bringing up an orgasm.
"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned.
She groaned and ground her hips and cunt into Karl's face. By this time George had finished his unloading into Carrie's young tender asshole. And having pulled out, still horny, he was watching Karl eat out Dora.
It seemed to make him hot all over again. He looked like he wanted to eat his own mother's cunt. He wasn't the kind of guy to hesitate. Carrie knew that.
Karl was dragged bodily from his feast. He was moved aside by George. The younger brother wanted to replace him at his mother's cunt. Now George began to ram his face into Dora's pussy.
George found Dora's cunt and began to eat it like mad. It looked like he was going crazy with pleasure. He looked like he was about to go through the ceiling.
Carrie and Tom were still fucking away. The girl was in ecstasy. She wished it could go on forever. She definitely had no plans to run away from the farm now. Where else could she get such fantastic sex without having to pay for it.
CHAPTER SIX
The days passed swiftly at the farm after that. Carrie was given chores to do, but they were mostly around the house. The men did most of the outdoor work, and at day's end they were tired and usually left her alone. Sundays were different. On those days, a great deal of time was spent fucking and sucking.
One Sunday, Carrie walked into Dora's bedroom to see a strange sight. The woman was dressed in a black merry widow foundation with long garters that held up black lace hose. She stood in the middle of the room in spike heel shoes, her dressing gown thrown back exposing her over-ripe flesh bulging in all directions from being squeezed so tightly by the corset.
Her face was painted in the makeup of an 1890s whore, and her hair was kinked and curled as if with an old-fashioned curling iron. Carrie stood stock still and watched her.
Carrie, stopped short by the sound of the pleading voice, stared at the man. She realized he wanted her to beat him. In one single movement, Dora snapped a horse whip and sent it singing through the air.
Standing about five feet away was Tom, but he was dressed up completely like a woman, even to the powdered makeup. He didn't seem a bit annoyed or upset about Carrie being there. Rather, there was a look of delight coming over his face when he saw the wide-eyed girl. She certainly was better flesh than old Dora, with all her black lace.
"Come closer my dear," he smiled at her, and extended his hand.
"We're just about to have a little party," Dora smiled. "Will you join us?"
"Of course she will," Tom said. "But first we must have her dressed properly for our little get together."
With that, Dora turned and motioned for Carrie to follow her into the little dressing area that was just off the bedroom.
"Come over here, honey, and get out of those things," she said with disgust as she scanned the outfit the girl had on.
Dora gave her new clothes and Carrie quickly changed. The things Dora selected were a pair of legless leather leotards with a snap-off piece at the crotch, cut so low at the breasts that both her breasts were pushed up high and were completely exposed. Her cute nipples stood at attention, almost as if they were two little soldiers waiting for orders. In a way they were, and the orders would soon come.
Her legs were hosed in black silk mesh stockings that came up and tucked under the leather top, while her feet were shod in leather boots that had heels so high that her toes almost touched the bottom of the spike heel.
The spike heels were at least six inches tall. They made her feel as if she were going to topple right straight forward and impale her stiff nipples in the carpet.
"Let your hair down, honey," Dora ordered. "That's it. Get rid of the silly ribbon and shake it out so it's nice and loose. Real full and wild-like."
Carrie did, and when she walked back into the room she caught a glimpse of herself in the old-fashioned mirror on the wall.
It made her gasp. That person couldn't be her. That absolutely mad, wild beautiful creature.
Tom gasped as well when he saw her.
"What a magnificent bitch!" he cried out. "She's gorgeous, Dora."
The man was so delighted it caught Dora off guard. "Like hell she is! She's just a kid yet!"
"My dear Dora, you have been superseded. Here is the perfection of what you attempt to be." His voice was soft but vicious.
The whip snapped out and caught him with just the tip of the lash on the ass. "There you fucking cunt. Take that, Tom! I'll teach you to mock me." Dora was furious and was doing her best to contain herself, making every attempt to play the game of pleasing the man instead of outright killing the son-of-a-bitch.
"Oh! Why you tired old bitch! Don't you do anything till I tell you to. I'm the one who tells you how and when to play this game." Tom was getting bolder.
He was furious too, as well, and there was so much anger and excitement filling the room that Carrie herself was beginning to get a rush from just being so near to it.
"Well, then let's start, cunt, because I haven't got all day." Dora was obviously mad as hell, but she kept the lid on it.
"Tell her the rules of the game," Tom suggested. "Make it snappy, then get out."
"Why, you dirty cocksucker, you or nobody tells Dora what to do in her own house." The old woman leveled at the man, through clenched teeth, her voice just barely audible. "I'll show what I'm going to do."
With that she lashed out with her whip and cut him across the back, slashing the fabric of the silk gown he had on into two separate sections.
The scream that came from the man was not pleasant, nor was it one of pleasure.
Before he was even finished, Dora had lashed out and cut him across the chest again, shredding the silk fabric and this time exposing his very masculine and very hairy chest. She had been most accurate and the tip of the whip had come to a whipping stop directly on top of one of his nipples, which lay buried beneath a mat of hair. The snap of the lash cut it wide open so that the blood began to trickle from beneath the black blanket of hair.
He began to scream and curse at the same time.
"O-h-h-h-h! You fucking old cunt!"
Slash went the whip.
"E-e-e-e-e-e," he yowled as the whip cut him around the legs. "I'll kill you, you foul old bitch, you fucking worn-out old whore!"
Slash, and the whip sailed through the air once more to make contact with his hairy ass. Slash!
"Argh!" His screams were filling not only the bedroom, but the entire house.
"Get over there and get on your fucking knees, you fucking cuntlapper and eat her out!" Dora yelled at him.
"I'll kill you, you stinking old whore!" he screamed.
He never finished.
Dora lashed out and caught him across the face and snapped the whip in such a fashion that it locked itself around him. She jerked him backwards off his highheeled feet.
Once she had him on the floor she snapped the length of the whip with a rolling motion of her wrist and it loosened. She snapped it back to lay it full across his exposed groin. His big cock was lolling on its side and the balls lay open to the brutal attack of the next snap of the whip.
"O-h-h-h-h-h!" He doubled up in agony as he grabbed for his groin.
Dora had caught one of his balls with the full lash, opening the flesh of the massive sac so that a thin line of red began to appear.
"O-h-h-h!" His wail continued and he doubled completely over into a hump and just lay there screaming in agony.
"Now, you bastard. Do as I say!" Dora had gone crazy with the lust of her attack. She was so far into it that it was certain she would cut him to ribbons before she stopped. Her sloppy cunt was already dripping, and the inside of her thighs were soaking wet from the pussy juice stimulated by her attack. Carrie could see that it was the way it had been in the old barn, when she threw a fit that time.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-eeeeee!" he kept screaming.
"That's it Dora. Let the son-of-a-bitch have it!" Carrie couldn't believe she was saying those things. "Make him eat me. Make him eat me good."
Dora was getting hot with the action. She had to piss. With swift decision she walked over to the crying, pain-numbed man and straddled him, exposing her sopping cunt in her wide stance. With a great grunt, she let go with a torrent of acid-hot piss from her old pussy.
"There you go, honey. That should cool you off," she said laughing with a great release of the anger that had not long before been controlling her. "Now get over there and eat out that young cunt. Since you don't want this mature one any longer. And I don't mean maybe." Her voice took on the authority of command.
The man began to move across the floor, a mess, tattered and bleeding, dragging himself with his hands. His legs were numb from the pain shooting through his nuts.
"That-a-boy," Dora intoned, as she reached down and ripped away the rest of the fabric that had once been a very expensive silk dress.
Carrie was standing with her legs widespread, waiting in panting anticipation for the hot lips of the homely old dude. She could feel them now in her fantasy of excitement.
She reached down and ripped away the snap on the piece at the crotch, exposing her sweet young pussy with its already-throbbing lips, pushing out, just waiting to be kissed and licked and sucked and lapped.
"Hurry, you cuntlapper, hurry," Carrie's voice rasped. She was going insane with need. As he got close enough for her to reach him she grabbed his piss-soaked hair and slammed her cunt against his rough and powdered face. "Eat it!" she hissed.
At first he tried to push her aside but he was so weakened from the beating that all he could do was try his best to get a breath between sucks.
"O-h-h-h-h-h," he groaned.
"Oh, yes, baby, eat it. Eat it deep!" Carrie was grinding her hips against those warm full sensual lips. Her eyes were half-closed and her head was tossed back and she was riding the man's face like it was a horse.
"That's it, Carrie. Let him have a good face full of cunt."
"I will."
"Give it to him, honey. Make him eat you out real good!"
"How'm I doing?"
"Good, baby. Blow a load in his face. Make him lap it up."
The man on his knees was now nude except for the garterbelt and the long black hose he had on when his drag had been in its original state. The sight of his strong muscular body with its profuse covering of curly hair and the ass with its red welts where the whip had caressed it, turned Carrie on. She could feel herself coming just by the sight. Looking at his ass made her wish she were a man, so that she could fuck it.
"Oh, baby. If I were a man, I'd fuck that ass of yours. If I had a fucking cock that was the likes of yours, I'd jam it up your asshole till you cried for help and more at the same time." Carrie was wild with lust.
"Don't you worry, honey, you're going to fuck that ass," Dora said. Her manner was as imperious as if she were a queen. "Just let him eat out that cunt of yours first."
Dora went into the small room where Carrie had changed her clothes before. She rummaged around for a minute or two and returned with something in her hand, something that Carrie couldn't quite make out as she caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eyes.
At that point she really didn't care either, since the man was now beginning to get into sucking her cunt. He was gobbling like a hungry pig at her pussy, slurping and slopping with the noise of a pig pen.
"U-mm-mm-m," came the noises from deep in the man's throat.
He now had his hands around her and was kneading her ass and shoving his face into her as hard as she had been pulling him. His tongue flicked back and forth and it just began to jam itself in and out as fast and deep as it could. The rapidity of his parry and riposte increased till Carrie's clitoris stuck out harder than the knob on a dresser.
"Eat it! Eat it you cuntlapper!" She was screaming at the top of her voice.
His lips grabbed hold of her clitoris and began to suck the button furiously, sending earth-shaking waves of sexual pleasures through the young girl's body till her knees were bent almost halfway to the floor and she was quivering like a leaf in a high wind. Ramming her cunt with jet-propelled action into the face that was so happily engaged in tongue-fucking and mouth-sucking her hot young cunt, she completely forgot where she was, who she was or when it was. The only thing in her conscious mind was the pounding surf at her cunt and the rising tide of passion and pleasure that was raging through her body.
"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned, "just keep your tongue sliding deep into my cunt slit. That's it! Draw out everything I give you!"
Tom increased his efforts, which even then seemed at their limit. He licked and tongued and searched even faster, even more frantically.
"M-mm-mm," he intoned.
"Oh! Oh! That feels so good. Suck it! Eat out my cunt! Lick the hot cunt juices!"
She started to scream wildly. She was poised, ready for the first wave of come as she was ready to snap that delicate trigger, which releases the stored juices of her cunt.
"She's going to come," Dora said.
Then it happened.
"Oh, it's here." She let out a scream of pure joy. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Take it! Take it, you damned beautiful cunt-eater! Take it! O-h-h-h-h!"
Her body quivered, humped and rammed itself into the most amazing contortions of sexual joy as she epitomized the height of the perfect orgasm. Her cunt shot its juices, gush after searing gush shot into the man's face and mouth. Finally she began to relax. The eating and lapping was too much for her already over-worked pussy. But she was not finished, at least as far as Dora was concerned.
"Here, Carrie," she ordered. "Strap this on." She said this as she handed her a double dildo.
It had a cockhead, swollen and thick, captured in a beautiful life-like reality in a wonderful natural looking rubber compound. One cock was to be slipped into the cunt of the fucker, and the other was designed to be rammed into the cunt or ass of the fucked.
"Oh. I can't just now. My pussy is hot and sensitive," Carrie protested.
"I said put it on," and with that Dora snapped the whip in the air over her head, just missing Carrie's face.
Without further discussion, the young girl slipped the strap side of the dildo into her still-throbbing cunt.
"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned. Dora fixed the buckle in the back and adjusted the between-the-legs strap so that the fat cock stood up like the real thing in front of the curly-haired girl.
"Now you," Dora growled at the groveling male figure on the floor, "get up on your hands and knees, like the dog you are, and tip your pretty round ass in the air."
"No, Dora, please not that," Tom begged. "You know I've never been fucked and that thing will split me clean up the middle."
His face showed genuine fright mixed with his excitement.
"Now!" Dora yelled, her face contorted into a mask of vicious hate.
Slowly the homely man rolled over on his hands and knees and positioned his ass in the air.
"O-h-h-h-h," he moaned in passion.
"Spread your legs, you fucking cunt," Dora growled as she gave his round ass a vicious kick with the very pointed toe of her spike heels.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" he yelled in the pain and suddenness of the attack. He moved his knees farther apart till his hole showed quite clearly through all the matted bale of black hair that covered his entire ass.
"That's better." Dora made this a flat statement, without any emotion. She saved that for her next command, which she leveled at Carrie. "Now you," she said, pointing the weighted handle of the whip at the girl, "get down there and eat out the pretty asshole."
Carrie just looked at her in disbelief.
"What?" She looked incredulous.
"I said, get your pretty mouth down there and eat out that asshole. Get to it fast, and make it good and wet." Dora was not to be tampered with right at that moment. She damn well meant business.
"Do a good job. Eat him out just as good as he ate you. Tongue inside the hole real good. I want to see that dildo slip up that asshole. You understand me?"
Carrie just nodded and hesitantly got down and behind the man's hairy ass. She made her approach to the first ass she had ever eaten. She was not ready for the musky odor that came from the warm sweaty recesses of his ass crack. It repelled her and she started to move away from the hairy aperture. Before she could get too far away a powerful hand grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her face full into the sweaty splice between the beautifully rounded buns.
"A-r-g-h-h-h-h-h-hhhhhh!" came the muffled sound of her voice as she tried to rebel both from the force with which she was being pushed downward and the objectionable place into which her noise had been shoved. It had landed directly on the man's puckered-up asshole.
Suddenly, Carrie felt the hand release its pressure, and almost in the same instant there came a slamming blow across the back of her head as Dora struck her a blow with the open palm of her hand.
"Now eat that sweet asshole, just as I told you to, you damned uppity cunt!" Dora commanded. Her voice was filled with venom.
Carrie knew better than to refuse a request from Dora, when she was in this kind of mood.
"Eat it!" Dora commanded evilly. "Eat that asshole. Eat the shit out of that hairy old asshole."
The tone of voice was now familiar to the girl. She knew when she'd heard that tone before. It had been in the old barn, that day the woman freaked out. To the old broad, this must have been the sweet justice she had waited to inflict on the smart-ass cunt who had fucked her husband that day.
"Now you move, and the next slam in the head will be with the butt end of this whip," Dora said. "You understand me, shithead?"
Carrie knew better than to move her face from the rank hole, but it still did not make her like the job any better.
"Lick it!" the woman commanded.
Carrie began the labor of licking. She knew that she might just as well completely subject herself to the task. With that decision having been made, she attacked the man's ass with a vengeance of lusty, lush tongue-fucking and asshole lapping, the likes of which Dora began to marvel at.
"A-h-h-h!" came the long low moan of sensual pleasure from the man as his ass began to thrust itself upward, getting into a position for better penetration. "Oh, yes. Eat my pussy." His sighs and mumbled demands were only a spur to Carrie to attack the flanks of his ass. She wondered why he called his asshole a pussy.
With this fresh attack he let out a long drawn-out scream of passion, that filled the room with its thickly laden sexuality.
"Eat! Fuck! Eat! Do it! Do it all! Oh! Do it all to me!" And with that his ass shot up into the air as he sank onto his elbows and pushed himself back and up just like a bitch in heat, being eaten out by a big stud dog, a dog that was lapping the heated juices out of a bitch so hot all she could do was lie there and hump up her ass in stunned anticipation.
Intuitively, Carrie stopped her oral attack and plunged her index finger with one well-aimed lunge into the pulsing asshole as it rolled out in ecstasy.
"O-h-h-h-h!" he yowled, instinctively snapping his ass away from the manicured intrusion.
However, Carrie had a good crook on his asshole, and the inner flesh so that he was unable to unimpale himself from the intrusion.
"Oh, my! You're digging the hell out of me with your nail," he wailed.
"Shut up, you fucking, cocksucking, pussy-lapping asshole or I'll dig the very guts out of you." Carrie didn't even recognize her own voice. It was so deeply edged with wanton lust and thick with passion, the passion of fucking this wonderful ass. But she did relax the nailed finger so that it released the tender folds of inner bowel flesh.
"Here, use this!" Dora said, handing her a jar of cold cream. It was the nice-scented kind that came from the drug store, not the dime store variety.
Carrie reached into its yucky depths with her free hand and swabbed it onto the asshole around her penetrating finger and began to piston that jointed member in and out of the wanting hole till she had literally beaten the cream into a foam. She wiped the remainder of it around and over the shaft and head of the rubber prick that stood erect in front of her groin. Then she positioned herself so that the rubber shaft was aimed directly at the now wide open asshole.
Quickly she grabbed the man around the waist and drove the ten inches of synthetic cock deep into his bowels.
He screamed and valiantly tried to throw her off, when the snap of the whip quelled his movements and he dropped back to the floor, whipped into complete, debased submission.
For one long moment there was no movement from either participant, then she could feel a slightly perceptible backward movement from the man beneath her. She didn't even have to shove foreward, from that point on. The man was actually pushing his ass right back and on the dildo, pushing it deeper and deeper up into his backside.
She could feel the movement of the other half of the dildo, deep in her cunt and she knew that this was going to be the greatest orgasm of her life, without a doubt. As for Tom, he couldn't wait till the big dildo really began to plow in and out of his tight juiced-up and now more than willing bumhole. The time, Carrie knew, was now. They were both as hot as hell.
It was not long before Carrie had shoved the bull-like rubber love-pole all the way up into the farmer's asshole. He in turn couldn't believe how huge the monstrous weapon felt. It seemed to fill up his very gut cavity as it sank deeper and deeper into his backside. The initial pain was over with now, and had been replaced with nothing but pure uninhibited pleasure and sexual satisfaction and gratification.
He shoved his ass higher and higher, till the bull-sized rubber balls slammed up against his bared and whipped bottom. He must have felt like he had a fist and arm shoved up inside of himself instead of just the big dildo.
Carrie fell over on top of him now, and the farmer just relaxed and fell completely prone to the floor, his ass sticking up in the air as far as he could shove it.
She could feel the tight wet grip of his ass as it caused vibrations along the entire shaft of the huge double dildo. It was so intense that she could feel it all the way to the top of the end of the rubber shaft that was lodged so deeply in her cunt.
She could hear the panting of the man beneath her and she knew that she was going to have to take it easy at first, or he would surely shoot his load before she was ready to shoot her own pussy juices. He was hot to come all right, but he was not in any great hurry now either. The enjoyment of the torturing shaft buried so deeply in him must have been something he wanted to savor like a fine old brandy.
"Oh, fuck me a long time. But fuck, fuck, fuck!" he pleaded.
Carrie wanted to enjoy every second of it to the fullest. She wanted to enjoy every exciting and sexually explicit stroke of the huge dildo as she slid it up the tight male asshole, spreading those beautiful ass cheeks of this man's further and further apart.
He was, she knew, hot as hell underneath her. She could feel his heart beating, as she slipped her arm underneath his chest, and grabbed a firm hold of his marvelously developed pectorals, squeezing them gently, playing with the nipples and preparing him for the real pummeling of his asshole to begin.
Slowly, carefully, so as to not get the farmer too excited too quickly, Carrie began to withdraw the entire rubber cock, except for the last inch or so and sort of started a back and forth rocking motion, playing with his puckered sensitive asshole till he was crazy with desire.
She felt his tight juicy hole squeeze the sides of the huge rubber member as she played rocking horse with his gripping, demanding sphincter muscle inside the entrance to his body. His moans became louder and more persistent, and she knew that there was no doubt about it pleasing him.
He was not only allowing her to ram her rubber cock up his backside hole, but he was digging the living shit out of it, and actually was begging for more and more by his body language. He certainly did want it all right, and she was just the right bitch to give it to him, and damned good too.
She pulled the dildo almost all the way out of him and then slowly, carefully and sensuously she let it slide all the way back down into him, so that she could once again feel the strong muscles of his back quiver as she penetrated him to his depths.
She was ready to shoot her own load, as she began to ass-fuck him faster and faster, harder and harder. In and out of his rectum she shoved the dildo, getting hotter and hotter at her own end.
"O-h-h-h-h," she moaned, "I'm going to come."
"A-h-h-h-h-h," the farmer man groaned. "I'm going to go off myself. O-h-h-h-h-h-h!"
The fucked and bumped and humped away, till suddenly they were both getting off.
Just as she was getting off, the man started creaming like crazy, and they humped madly till both of them were completely fucked out. Then they collapsed into a heap on the floor.
For a long time the girl couldn't think, but when she was finally able to, all she could think about was how lucky she was to have found this lovely home. She swore for all that she was worth that she'd never leave. Never! Things were just too great at the old Lane farm!
