A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
The people within a particular society usually are well-aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this novel.
Julie Edwards is a girl possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In her search for physical satisfaction, the fiery blonde is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, risking everything for the promise of gratification.
ABUSED TEENAGER-the story of one girl tormented by her needs and the fear that she is abnormal. Her tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Julie Edwards stiffened her lightly tanned legs, watching as the tendons bulged, pushing out the smooth flesh of her thighs. Jack's fingers smoothed over her skin, working in the warm tanning oil.
"That's enough, Jack," the girl said nervously, curling her fingers into the sand. She felt the fine white grains tickling the flesh under her nails as the big blond lifeguard kept spreading the oil on her legs.
"Can't be too careful out here in the sun.
You've got a pretty good tan. But it's pretty hot out today," he said, looking up and flashing the eighteen-year-old blonde a brilliant smile.
Julie smiled back, shrugging her shoulders and pretending she felt nothing. But in reality, the young teen was going out of her mind as Jack's fingers worked over her legs. Julie looked around nervously, wondering if the few people on this deserted section of Venice Beach noticed anything irregular about the two of them.
It was a Monday. Hardly anyone was here in spite of the rising temperatures in Los Angeles. The surf pounded mightily on the sands some thirty feet from where Julie and Jack were sitting. The blonde had hoped this would be a quiet day at the beach. She certainly left her mother's apartment with that hope.
Wearing her white terrycloth bikini and carrying her straw basket, the blonde young woman had nothing more planned than a few hours in the sun. It would be a minivacation away from her studies. College started soon and Julie wanted to be right on top when the quarter at UCLA began.
"Don't," Julie said, jerking her knees up and pulling her legs away. Jack's fingers were getting dangerously close to the legband of her bikini bottom.
"Sorry," he mumbled, drawing his hand away. Julie studied his face, knowing full well he wasn't sorry. She had to be careful-careful not to let a handsome, thick-muscled lifeguard like Jack Bettingfield take advantage of her. That had happened once before with another young man. Her mother had caught her just in time before anything had happened. Oh, how Julie remembered that night! Even now she shuddered, remembering how her mother forced her to get down on her knees and swear on a Bible not to let another man touch her like that until she was married! Ohhh, how violently her mother had looked at her and had almost hit her. Twice she threatened to throw her out of the house like a "common street slut!" It was only Julie's tears and her begging that finally calmed the old woman.
"I think I'm okay now," Julie said, stretching one hand down and taking the opened bottle of suntan oil from the lifeguard. "Thanks."
Jack knelt on her blanket, twisting his head around and shading his eyes.
"Aren't you supposed to be on duty or something? I don't think you can save too many people being here with me," Julie commented dryly, screwing on the cap of the bottle and noticing the hefty bulge in the crotch panel of his skimpy red bathing trunks.
"Huh, no, I'm not really on duty. There's a new kid I'm training. He's up there," Jack said, pointing in the direction of a tall white wood tower.
Julie looked over and saw a thin young dark-haired man waving at the two of them. She waved back, feeling the danger signals flashing again. Jack could take advantage of her right here without even getting off duty to do it! Oh, what her mother said was true! Men want only one thing and when they get it they leave. That's what happened to her mother. That's why her mother became the religious fanatic she was, warning her daughter to stay away from men until she married.
"Well, I don't think you should be here... really. I'm fine," Julie said, pushing his offending hand off her thighs once more. The young blonde felt dizzy. Her pussy was so warm and wet! When that big lifeguard touched her, Julie trembled with excitement. Electric sparks seemed to sputter from her overripe cunt, radiating up to her swelling tits. And then the warm feeling spread to all parts of her body, making her feel so hot and wet!
"It's not so good you being out here by yourself," Jack commented, looking around to make sure he was right.
He's going to rape me, Julie suddenly thought, jerking her hands to her throat. No, that was silly. His lifeguard trainee would spot him and call the police. No, she had to get those silly ideas about sex out of her head. Sex would come when she married and not before.
"I said I'm okay." Her voice had an angry, desperate edge to it. Had the lifeguard picked it up, translating her surface anger to read sexual desire?
The young blonde teen glanced furtively at Jack. He shrugged his shoulders and started getting up. Julie sighed with relief. He was going to go. Once more, she didn't have to face the possibility of seduction! She should have been happy. But Julie bit her lower lip, sighing with frustration. One part of her wanted the young lifeguard to try something.
"If you need any help, you know where I am,?' the big man said, brushing the sand off his brief red bathing suit and swaggering back to his stand.
Julie sat up on her blanket. The young teen unconsciously rubbed her legs together, feeling the pulses in her cunt get worse. Oh, God, how good it felt! It wasn't the same as masturbating! That was another one of her mother's taboos. And yet, how excruciating the sensation of her plump cunt-lips rubbing against her clit was! No, it wasn't finger-fucking. She kept her hands well away from her crotch. Even at night, when the feeling got much worse, Julie prided herself on keeping her hands away from her cunt.
But how could she congratulate herself now? Jack had come to her blanket almost every day, sitting so close to her Julie could feel his breath against her neck. He stayed for longer and longer periods of time, watching her, studying her as if she were a specimen. Gradually, the young woman realized he was after her, chasing her, hoping to... it was so dirty she could hardly think of it!
And yet the thought kept coming back to her... at night, during the day, at the most unexpected times. She thought of his thick muscles, his well-defined shape, and that ominous bulge in the crotch of his suit. No, she could do nothing to encourage him. Day after day, the young blonde pretended not to be interested in him as her heart beat so rapidly she thought he could hear it. Oh, she hoped it would work. Jack had zeroed in on her like a warplane when he first spotted her coming to the beach a week ago. And his visits to her blanket were beginning to make the young woman uneasy.
"Ohhhh."
It was the shuddering moan of a woman in heat. Julie closed her eyes, rubbing the toes of one foot over the top of the other. A strange kind of electricity made her flesh sing. She had both hands on the blanket now. Julie could feel her palms pressing the material down into the soft hot sand. Her head fell back while she closed her eyes. Her legs were close together, her knees rubbing against one another.
"Ahhhhhh!"
It was so good. Oh, she couldn't stop herself. But Julie wanted to stop. She was almost crying. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow. With her thighs tight together, Julie pushed up, dipped, plunged and then wiggled her ass. The weight of her tight young plump asscheeks added to the weird sensations around her cunt. She was moving so fast a cold sweat broke out all over her body. She could feel strange hot flashes rippling through her virgin cunt.
"Hey, chick, we can take care of that."
Julie stopped, feeling her ass fall heavily down on the beach blanket. A shock of shame made her face blush deep red. She instinctively drew her hands over her bikini top. Twisting her head around, Julie spotted three young men in blue jean cutoffs standing behind her. They were unshaven, their longish hair tangled, dirty and sporting clumps of sand. Each man had a can of beer in his hand and a stupid grin on his face.
Julie couldn't think of a word to say. They had caught her... oh, it was awful! She couldn't think of a lie at this time. All the young woman could do was gather her beach things and get out.
"Hey man, don't leave on account of us," the leader said with a slur, taking a swig of beer and wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
Julie looked up at him in disgust as she drew up on her knees and stuffed her hat and glasses into her tiny beach bag.
"Just leave me alone," Julie muttered, getting off the blanket and pulling it up off the sand. She shook the large beach towel, purposely spraying the three men with sand.
"Man, she's pissed," the leader said, grinning and staring at her. Julie rolled the blanket up, noticing only now that all three of them were scratching their groins, rubbing their crotches, getting their... oh, God, their cocks good and hard!
"Stop it! Stop it, or I'll call the lifeguard!" the young woman hissed, holding a partially folded towel tightly against her tits.
"Go ahead, baby, and we'll say you was tryin' to put the make on us," the leader said with a sneer, finishing his beer.
Julie watched him crumple the can with one hand and fling it at her feet. She let out a small cry, backing down one step while keeping her eyes riveted on the three men. They were standing between her and the tower. Oh, if only she could get Jack's attention! He was probably inside talking with his new recruit.
"Please let me go. I haven't done anything to hurt you," Julie said in a small voice. She saw their eyes light up. No, that was the wrong thing to say. They were the kind of men who loved to hear women plead, beg and cry for help. They loved playing with women, then purposely hurting them.
"Sure, yeah, sure, we'll let you go. Hank, Bob, we'll let her go, right?" the leader said, scratching his stubby beard with one hand while stroking the sharp outline of his cock.
Julie gulped, feeling her head spinning around. She was shamed in front of these horrible men. They'd seen her committing an act that was so awful the young teen didn't dare think of it. They were grinning at her shame, laughing at her, playing with her the way a cat plays with a mouse before devouring it.
"Yeah, yeah," Bob agreed, pushing back his stringy black hair. He was shorter than the leader but more thickly built around the chest and shoulders. His pot belly rose and fell with his heavy breathing. Hair covered his chest, belly and thick-muscled arms. He was the epitome of everything foul and dirty Julie could think of. She shrank away from him as he stretched out one hand toward her. "Come on, baby, we're gonna show you a real good time. You don't have to jerk off like that. Man, when I stick my cock into you... " Julie's face went ashen. They were going to attack her. She'd briefly fantasized about Jack doing the same thing. But apparently he was too much of a gentleman to try something like that without her consent. But these men, these animals, would fall on her. The more she screamed and clawed, the more they'd enjoy her!
"No, don't, please... don't... hurt... me," the girl stammered, clutching the beach towel closer. She stepped back slowly, her feet sinking in the hot fine sand. In front of her, the men advanced. Julie could see the white lifeguard tower over their shoulders. Beyond, the cool Pacific splashed on the fine-grained beach as seagulls wheeled squealing overhead. It was all so peaceful... peaceful except for this one area.
"Man, I'll be gentle," Hank said, edging Bob away and flipping open the top of his cutoffs. He slowly began unzipping his shorts. Tufts of blond curly cock-hairs appeared on either side of his opening fly. "Hey, Burt, you gonna join in? Man, you're the one who got us this piece. You got first choice... cunt or ass."
Julie's eyes widened. They were going to fuck her in the ass, too? Oh, God! She dropped her towel and bolted. At the same time, she raised her arms high in the air and waved them back and forth, screaming for help as loudly as she could.
"Shut the fuck up," Burt said angrily, rushing forward and grabbing her under the arms. He shoved her back roughly, reaching up with one hand and slapping her hard across the face.
"Unnnghhh!" Julie cried, her head snapping to the side while her long blonde hair whipped across her injured face. The young blonde was back on the sand, her legs apart, her hands pushing into the sand. She had to get up... get up and cry for help, or they were going to rape her.
"Come on. There's a place just behind the rocks where nobody's gonna find us."
He picked the girl up by both wrists, dragging her across the beach. Julie whimpered and cried, pulling her arms back so hard she thought they'd snap out of their sockets. The young woman tried digging in her heels. But the sand was too soft and gave way. Her screams and her fighting efforts didn't help. They were going to have their way. They were going to rape her... all of them at the same time!
"Hey, what the hell's goin' on?"
Julie let out a cry of joy. It was Jack. She felt Burt let go of her hand. She fell back on the sand on her ass, covering her face in shame as the sounds of pounding footsteps from the beach grew louder. There were more people than Jack, thank God! As big as the lifeguard was, Julie didn't think he could handle all of them.
"Man, get the fuck outta here. We're just havin' a little trouble... me and my of lady," Burt said uneasily.
"That true?"
Julie looked up at the lifeguard and his assistant who were standing behind her now.
"No, no! They were trying to rape me! Oh, God, they were going to... " Julie couldn't finish the sentence. She started sobbing, rocking back and forth.
"I can call the cops. But just get out of here, all right?" Jack said in a steady, angry voice.
The three men shifted their feet uneasily, staring at Julie, then looking at Jack and his muscular assistant. It would be a fight, even with three against two.
"Man, you're beggin' for it, chick," Burt growled, wiping his lips with one hand and turning around. "Come on. Let's talk."
"Hey, but, I thought... " Bob started to say.
"Shut the fuck up!" Burt almost shouted, hitting his buddy hard in the shoulder.
Jack and his assistant stood behind Julie as the three men disappeared around the far end of the pier. Julie managed to get herself together. Oh, this was awful! How could she have let this sort of thing happen? She was too ashamed to look at Jack.
"Thank you. They were going to do... horrible things to me if you didn't come over. Thanks," Julie muttered, stuffing her beach bag with the remainder of her things and getting up. "OH!"
The incident had weakened her emotionally. Julie felt her knees give way. With another cry, the young teenager collapsed on the beach.
"Come on. Let's get her back to the station."
The blonde teen remembered Jack's strong arms sliding under her shoulders and legs and lifting her from the beach. There were flashes of consciousness when a doctor examined her and recommended rest in the station before she be moved to her home. When they suggested they phone her mother Julie almost became hysterical. What would her mother say if she knew the whole story? She'd blame her for what happened! No, her mother couldn't know of what happened.
Jack finally promised her he wouldn't call and the hysterical teenager calmed down. Julie folded her hands across her bare belly and closed her eyes, telling herself she'd only sleep for a few minutes.
When the young woman finally awoke, she could tell more than two or three minutes had passed. Sitting bolt upright, Julie blinked her eyes. The lights were on. Twisting her head around, the blonde could see it was nearing sunset. Sunset! Oh, her mother would surely be calling the police by now. She should have listened to Jack. Now there would be the devil to pay.
"Something wrong?"
Julie turned around. It was Jack, still in his bathing suit. A white terrycloth jacket had been pulled loosely over his shoulders. He sat behind a long table with piles of paper scattered across the top "It's late!" the girl whined. Gradually, Julie realized she was still in the main lifeguard tower. The room was typical of those in poorly maintained public buildings. The large space was painted in dark green and off-white. Battered brown lockers were pushed against one wall while chairs of various styles were scattered around the room. Two bulletin boards on the wall opposite the lockers advertised various public events going on currently at the beach. Two bare light bulbs illuminated the sparsely furnished room with a cold light reminding Julie of a prison.
"Not too. About six-thirty. Are you all right? Do you recall those men?" Jack pushed the papers away and stood up.
Julie shivered, drawing her hands around her throat and smoothing down her flesh. She remembered the three men... how they had threatened her, how they had nearly succeeded in carrying out their threat.
"Yes. I think so. Who were they?"
Jack moved across the room, sitting down on one corner of the small bed Julie rested on.
"I'm not sure. Some of the locals say they're a group that used to hang around Morro Bay up north. Look pretty bad, don't they?"
Julie rubbed her palms over her shoulders and nodded her head up and down. She felt safe now that Jack was close.
"Don't worry about it now that I'm here," he said.
There was a subtle change in his voice, but one Julie picked up. She felt her old fear creep up on her. He was staring funny at her, looking at her neck and her tits. He was moving his hand over the sheet. But he drew closer and closer to her knees. She felt out of sync, fumbling for the right words to tell him to get away. And yet Julie didn't want to insult him. He'd risked his safety for her.
"I won't. Maybe I'd better get home," she said.
Julie started to get up but Jack stopped her. Panic rose in her throat. Had she traded one sexual encounter for another? The blonde teen lay back, her eyes widening as Jack's smile broadened.
CHAPTER TWO
"I... uh, think you'd... eh, better let me go home." Julie felt like a fool. She should have better control of her emotions. If only she could be as cool toward him as she was earlier on the beach, then he'd drop back and let her go.
But something inside her was responding to the young man. She blushed deeply and dropped her eyes. The seconds ticked by as neither one of them said anything. Julie wished she could scream, shout, do anything but sit through this unbearable silence. She was afraid Jack would sense the growing lust smoldering inside her. She was terrified her face showed her thoughts, her emotions!
Julie glanced up and saw Jack's eyes glistening with want. She sucked in a ragged breath. Oh, why had she done such a stupid thing? Now he knew, knew she was as horny as he!
"I don't think you want to go home," he said.
His words were like lightning in the thick summer air. Julie jumped. She had to end the little game here and now. This couldn't go on much longer without something far more consequential happening. And the young blonde knew she couldn't let that occur. And yet... those eyes, those dark blue eyes burning into her skull made her weak. His nostrils were flaring. Could he smell her hot, juicy young cunt? Julie thought about her pussy-so tight, so tender, yet unplowed by anything. And yet she could feel the juices seeping out of her crack, wetting down her bottoms once more. Oh, she could smell the pungent odor! The young girl raised one hand and touched her chest.
"You okay?"
Julie felt his strong hands touch her shoulders. They felt hot and strong there. The blonde let herself lean forward and relax against them. She knew what was happening to her and was still trying to get away from it.
"I feel funny. But I still want to get home. My mother... "
"I called her... found your number in your purse when you were passed out. Told her you'd stepped on a jellyfish. She wanted to come down but I told her I'd bring you back."
The lie made Julie grin. She felt the thrill of guilt... of a he shared by the two of them. But for what? For this and what possibly might follow? Her blush deepened. She was becoming a lying whore... just the kind of woman her mother had warned her against.
"Then I'd better get home. She must be worried," Julie breathed. God, how her voice had thickened and deepened!
"Just relax."
They were looking at one another again. Julie felt the last remains of her pride slipping away. She was becoming an animal-a young, vital animal with wild needs. Jack smiled a smug, teasing smile. The sensation was dangerously pleasant. She felt herself getting into a situation from which there was no escape.
Then suddenly Jack leaned forward and pressed his lips lightly against the side of her face.
"What are you doing? Please, don't... " Oh, how hot his lips were! He was kissing her lightly, still keeping his fingers away from her at a respectable distance. Julie almost giggled. Rushing pangs of lust shot through her body. The young teen thought she was becoming a nymphomaniac.
"Don't give me that, baby. I know you've been wanting me ever since I turned up on your towel," he said.
Julie backed away, feeling anger and shame at that comment. How dare he say something like that to her?
"Come on. Don't lie about it. Just lay back and enjoy it," he continued.
Julie had an idea what "it" referred to. She struggled against those light kisses against her face. But all her strength and resolve had vanished.
"Julie. A nice name. I remember when you told me it, I thought it was such a nice name," he whispered in her ear, tickling the lobe with his tongue.
"Jack!"
Pronouncing his name made the blonde teenager feel like giggling again. She was inviting him to stay, to do more things to her! How grown-up she felt now, more than her mother was who denied these powerful feelings shooting through her body.
Julie closed her eyes and squared her shoulders, straightening her back and curling her fingers into the soft mattress. The hand she'd tried to push him away with now curved around his thick neck. She was holding him against her, turning his face toward hers. Oh, God, she was actually encouraging him to go further, to go as far as he wanted!
"Julie, honey. Oh, baby, you're as hot as I am."
"No, please, this can't happen," she whispered. He was so close, so vital, so warm!
"It's already happening," he whispered back. His fingers were moving up her sides, smoothing over her hot moist flesh. Julie sucked in deep breaths, falling back onto the small bed.
"Someone's gonna find us. Oh, God, somebody's going to walk in and... "
"I'll take care of that," he said, reluctantly getting up off the small bed and walking to the door. When he turned around after bolting the door, the young woman saw why he walked strangely. That dick! It was pressing hard against his dark-red bathing suit. Was he going to do something to her with that club? No, no! She had to get away! He'd kill her with that thing.
Yet she stayed, watching him silently as he switched off the lights and returned to the bed.
"They'll think I went home. Was supposed to do that over an hour ago," he muttered, sliding in next to her.
Julie felt her pulse race. Her nipples were so stiff. He was touching her back, pushing his fingers under the elastic band of her halter. There was more fumbling, then the sound of her snap opening.
"What are you doing?" Julie asked, her eyes widening. She felt the straps holding up her bikini top loosen around her shoulders. The young blonde teenager jerked her hands up, holding the cups to her heaving tits.
"Come on, relax, relax," Jack urged her, gently tugging at her bikini top. Slowly it slid down, down over her stiff, dark-red nipples. Julie shuddered as she felt the material catch on her hard tit-tips, then slide down.
Jack sat on the edge of the bed, the bikini top in his hand. He stared hard at her for a long, long time. Julie turned red once more. She felt so vulnerable under his steady look. She wished he would say something.
"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, dropping his head to he large boobs. His tongue lightly wet one dark areola.
Julie stiffened, feeling she should somehow protest. But why should she say anything against what was happening? Things had gone this far. Why not go for the whole thing? Ohhh, how deliciously good it felt to have his full lips closing around her nipple. Julie felt his front teeth scraping lightly over her sensitive dark-red flesh while he sucked gently. She groaned slowly, feeling the nerve endings in her cunt responding to his suction.
"Oh, what... " Julie felt his hand moving over her legs, sliding up, up her shivering tanned thighs. He was tugging at the elastic legband of her bikini bottoms. The light rubbing of the nylon against her bloated cunt-lips made the young woman cry out, squeezing her buttocks together and hunching up.
"Man, you're sure hot for a good hard fuck, baby," Jack said, slipping two fingers under one legband and rubbing them close to one swollen pussy-flap.
Julie moaned again, closing her eyes and swaying back and forth. He was touching her belly, her thighs, her calves while still nuzzling her tits. Julie's cunt wet the entire bottom half of her bikini. She couldn't keep her ass still. The young woman was squirming all over the small bed, making the tight iron springs groan and squeak.
"Gotta take this thing off," Jack said, sliding around and rolling onto the bed completely. Julie shifted her position backward, making room for the young lifeguard. She could feel his entire body pressing against hers. His chest scraped over her stiff nipples, pushing them in as he slipped his hands around her boyish hips and started working her bottoms off.
"No, no!" the young woman cried, feeling the last shred of her morality surface. If she let him go this far, she was lost totally. Julie could see her mother's frowning face and raised warning finger: "If you let a man touch you 'there' I'll throw you out of the house. I won't have a tramp living under my roof!"
"It's okay. Nobody's gonna catch us. I won't tell your damned mother about what happened," Jack said a little angrily, still working the elastic waistband down over her flared thighs.
The young woman calmed down a little, rocking back and wallowing her shoulders against the soft mattress. With little effort, Jack slid the juice-soaked bikini bottoms off Julie's legs. She was completely naked now, bare, vulnerable to him.
"Ohhhh, I don't know if we should be doing this. My mother... "
"Fuck your mother. That's probably what's wrong with her. She needs a good... hell, I'm not gonna insult you, baby. I just want you to have a good time," Jack apologized, seeing Julie's face darken when he insulted her mother. He decided words were a waste of time. This young girl responded only to action.
She trembled when he dropped his hands back to her thighs and parted them. She groaned loudly when his fingers slid into her flooding cuntal crack. Julie closed her eyes and shook violently. Oh, God, nothing in her life had felt so devastating as that. She felt her pussy-walls shake, then clench, almost grabbing at his invading fingers.
"Whew!" Jack said appreciatively, working his fingers around the tight opening. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
Julie opened her eyes and saw the young man was genuinely surprised.
"Y... yes," she stammered.
"Man, there aren't too many of them around here your age," the lifeguard said, wrinkling his forehead up appreciatively. He managed to land a live one-and one that hadn't been tried by anyone else before. He had fucked a lot of women on the beach. Too many young girls, and the not-so-young, hung around his tower, practically working their bathing suits down off their bodies in broad daylight. But here, here was a prize-a virgin... hot, willing, curious, a little reluctant but not enough for her to call the game off.
"But... " Julie never managed to say another word. Jack dropped his face to hers, sealing her mouth with his. She felt his tongue pressing against her lips, forcing them apart. The young woman struggled against the hot slippery thing. She grunted through the lusty kiss, sliding her hands down and shoving her palms hard against the lifeguard's shoulders.
But Jack persisted, pinning her to the bed as he worked his tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth. Soon, Julie found herself fighting back, fencing with his tongue. Ohhh, how that kind of kissing heated her up even more! And at the same time, his fingers were still working around in her cunt, scraping the velvety seepy lining of her pussy-mouth.
"Ohhhh, no, NOOQOO!"
Julie felt spasms ripple through her cunt. She started bucking, working her ass up and down as Jack rubbed the back of his hand against her clit. As he eased up, the young woman sighed, her muscles relaxing.
"Man, oh, man," Jack sighed, backing up. He wiped his juice-slick fingers on his red bathing suit.
Julie looked down and saw the ominous outline of his fat, long dick. He had his thumbs hooked around the waistband and was already peeling his suit down. The girl watched with nervous interest. She had never seen a man's cock before. One time in the living room of her mother's house she'd felt a boy's dick. It was so hot and it jumped whenever she squeezed it. But it didn't even approach the size of Jack's big thing!
"Uhhhhh, oh!" Julie cried. Her eyes widened as his fat dick tumbled out of his suit. The thing was huge. She looked wide-eyed at it. The two balls below his monstrous hunk of dickflesh seemed swollen. The staff was thick and steadily growing. Dark blue veins pressed out against darkly colored flesh. Droplets of something clear were oozing from a tiny slit across the arrow-shaped tip.
"It's gonna be reaming you out, baby," Jack said, sliding his fingers over the head and smearing pre-cum over the hot flesh.
"Noo, please, this can't be happening. Oh, God, no, it can't be," Julie said, shaking her head from side to side. And yet it was already happening. Her cunt was flooding with hot juices. The blonde teen could feel the wetness between her asscheeks. Glancing down, she saw her blonde pussy-curls dripping with the hot, oily substance. The mattress stuck uncomfortably to her thighs as she shifted position once more. Oh, how hotly she was burning down there! And now Jack was working his fingers along the insides of her thighs again, forcing her legs apart. Julie shuddered when she felt her cunt-lips unstick and peel back. And when the big lifeguard worked his two fingers back into her cunt, going so deep he was touching her cherry, the young woman cried out, snapping her legs together and working her knees against his wrist.
Jack kept teasing her until she was grunting like an animal. The young woman rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder, curling her fingers and digging the tips into the mattress. She was moving her ass around in tiny circles, hunching her wet pussy up to him in a silent plea for more. She was a bitch in heat. Her mother had been right about her after all! She was like her unknown father-a person completely devoid of any morals. All she could think about were her senses and how they could best be stimulated.
"Unnnghh!"
Julie felt him pinching one big nipple between a thumb and forefinger while he rubbed the rounded smooth bottom of her clit. Julie grunted louder, thinking she'd piss from the growing excitement. When Jack pinched her clit again, working the other fingers around the juicy hairy hole, Julie let out a yelp, rolling half over on her side and jerking her knees to her belly. She was gulping in breaths of air hoarsely.
"Man, you're one hell of a hot bitch," the lifeguard commented, drawing his hand out and smelling the juice dripping from his fingers. "Shit, for a virgin you sure are wet, baby. That's the way I like it... good, hot and wet. And man, you're sure gonna be tight as hell!"
Julie glanced down at the big cock in front of her. Yes, she was going to be tight for that thing! Once more, panic shot through her mind. He was going to kill her with that thing-pop her cherry with his bloated dick-head until she bled out her life.
"Man, I gotta have your cunt, now."
Jack rolled on top of her, his weight pushing her down into the small bed. Julie grunted while the springs squeaked from their mutual fucking motions. She felt a man's dick sliding across her belly for the first time. It was so hot, so hard. It twitched across her bare flesh on a thick film of its own oil. He was dry-fucking her, sliding his cock back and forth in the groove separating her legs from her lower belly. Julie grunted, feeling his fat hairy balls dragging over her cuntal mouth. In spite of her terror of being pierced by that long dick, the young blonde teen realized her body was demanding it.
And then there was the smell of his sweat that dropped from his body onto hers. As they twisted and writhed against one another, Julie was aware of the sounds of wet flesh. It had to be one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. She gasped, drawing her knees up instinctively, smoothing her toes over Jack's hairy calves. He grunted in appreciation, shifting position slightly. The young woman could feel his cock sliding down, down toward her hot juicy snatch.
"Oh, God, God," she cried. No, this couldn't be happening to her. Julie couldn't believe her violent reaction to this young man. Even with that boy in the living room months ago she hadn't been this hot. Curiosity drove her, then. But now, she was on fire with lust, greedily sliding her body back and forth so she could better feel Jack's flesh. The smell of his sweat made her gasp for air. It was the smell of a man in heat, an odor triggering more juice to flow from her cunt and wet down her thighs and his balls.
"Keep on cryin' for God while the shit gets fucked out of your cunt."
While Julie kept sobbing and grunting in passion, Jack reached down and spread her pussy-lips apart. Gouts of slick oil spilled out, wetting the sheet even more. Julie squirmed, begging the lifeguard to end her misery. Julie realized what that meant... the end of her innocence, the end of her as a virgin. But the terrible itchy ache down there between her legs was too intense for her to stand it any longer.
Jack drew up his knees, pressing them against the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks. He was angling his body down, pinning her shoulders to the mattress with his big hands while forcing her knees still farther apart. Julie twisted her head to one side, unable to stare at him as he fucked her. She felt his hot cock-head sliding down, down from her lower belly toward her pussy. He rubbed it over her outer cunt-lips, greasing it down with her own juices. Julie could feel every nerve-ending straining down toward his threatening dick. She shifted her ass back and forth. Jack grunted once more, squeezing her sides with his elbows while dropping his face in her hair and tonguing her ear. Julie was completely covered by this man, his dick inching into her hot little hole.
"UHHHHHH!" Julie moaned. She felt the flanged head of his cock slip past her outer cunt-lips, forcing them apart. With a sharp spasm, her pussy snapped shut on his cock-head, trapping it just in front of her smaller inner pussy-flaps.
"Man, ease up, baby!" Jack grunted, shaking the sweat off his forehead. He backed up, then pushed forward again. With one massive downward fucking thrust, he was in her pussy!
CHAPTER THREE
"OHMIGOD!"
Julie stiffened, her feet banging hard against Jack's sides. There was a tearing pain deep in her body. In the last downward thrust, the big lifeguard kept going, his face turning red and twisting into a mask of effort when his dick-head pushed against the girl's cherry. Julie had tried to push away, beating her tiny fists against the man's chest while squirming her ass back on the bed.
But Jack held on, working his hips from side to side while keeping a steady, firm pressure on his dick. It bent at the center, then finally ripped through the thin membrane and squished into her pussy.
Julie shivered, feeling herself almost losing consciousness. She felt his cock drilling into her slit and going all the way up into the secret depths of her body. The young woman felt her pussy-walls being stretched apart, their itchy, velvety surfaces being unstuck and formed into a wide tunnel for the lifeguard's fat cock. Julie rolled her head from side to side, strands of her long blonde hair clinging to her damp cheeks. She held weakly onto the big man's shoulders, her feet banging against Jack's thick-muscled thighs as he pounded her violated snatch mercilessly.
"Oh, oh, OH!" the girl cried each time his dick drove all the way in to the shaft-root. The girl's big tits jiggled each time his groin slapped against her ass. "It's going so deep!"
Jack kissed her on the neck. It felt wonderful, now. All the pain and guilt was gone. She didn't care what Jack or the others thought of her any more. Julie was a person, an individual whose mother couldn't control her life. She liked doing this-fucking... what a wonderful, wonderful word. The young girl worked her ass around, hunching back as his fat dick pistoned in and out of her pussy faster and faster.
"Oh, when you pull it out like that... nice and slow... oh, God, I think I'm going to die."
Long strings of drool oozed from one corner of the girl's mouth. Her arms trembled, falling off his shoulders and down to her sides. Ohhh, all her strength seemed to be transferred to her pussy. The way Jack held her, kissed her, smoothed his big hands over her body made Julie beg for more. He was caressing her face, then moving his fingers down to her tits and kneading the resilient flesh. When he touched her nipples, rolling them like peas between his index fingers and thumbs, the girl thought she was going to die from pleasure. Then she worked her cunt even higher up on his fucking cock, wallowing her shoulders against the mattress while begging him to stop. Of course, Julie didn't want the lifeguard to stop anything. The forces coursing through her young, willing body were far too strong for her or anyone else to stop.
"In, in, in!" the young woman begged, her jaw slackening. Julie crossed her legs over his back, hooking them tightly around his body. She wiggled under the big man, aware of her helplessness as his body pounded hers mercilessly. He rode her like a cowboy breaking in a new mare.
"Man, your body drives me nuts!" Jack gasped, lowering his head once more and sucking in one nipple while stopping his fucking movements for several seconds.
Julie drank in the wonderful sensation of his hot, wet body pressing against hers. Ohhh, how he was climbing her, mounting her, making such sexy, squishy noises with his cock in her cunt. It was a piece of heaven! That sensation of thick, throbbing dick-meat reaming out her cunt had to be one of the best feelings in the world!
Then Jack eased his dick from her cunt. The young woman opened her eyes and looked curiously at him. What was he trying to do, leave her high and dry? Had he already shot his load? Julie could feel something hot dribbling down her ass. No, that couldn't be him. The young blonde was sure Jack would let her know when he shot off. Ohhh, she was so soaked, soaked with her frothing cuntal butter. She'd never been so wet. Even though this was her first fuck, she wanted to fuck every way there was with Jack tonight. Julie didn't care if she never went home. She just wanted to stay all night with this wonderful lifeguard.
"Baby, I had to pull out. Was gonna cum," Jack explained, holding himself up with his thick arms and gulping in air.
"Oh, please, hurry. I'm... close," the young woman admitted.
Jack's eyes widened and a crooked smile crossed his face.
"My little virgin's a hot little bitch, eh?" Julie didn't dare respond. It was true. Decent girls wouldn't have let things go this far. "Okay, gonna blow my load now." The lifeguard's words burned into Julie's brain as he settled back on her body. She felt his cock slipping back, sliding toward her cuntal mouth. He centered his dick then shoved down fast into her pussy. Julie cried out, digging her head into the soft pillow and biting blood from her lip. She was whining like a puppy. That cock inside her was going deep again, past the slightly sore area where her cherry used to be, down, down so far the young blonde teenager thought his prick was going to come out of her ass.
"Man, can't hold back, can't... " Jack's words dissolved into animal grunts as he trenched out the girl's squishy, swampy snatch. The young man had one tit in his mouth, roughing up the tender nipple with his teeth and tongue. Julie cried out louder, her clit pulled down each time he fucked into her cunt. She was babbling and jerking under the big man's body. Oh, she couldn't take much more of this. Above her, she could feel Jack's body twisting around, jerking, getting ready to shoot out his white-hot jizz. The tempo of his fucking was increasing. Juice oozed from her pussy more and more, leaking down her ass and onto the bed. Julie ground her hips wildly, feeling her climax building.
"Oooooooooh, nooooooo!"
When Jack held his cock just inside her pussy, Julie felt the folds of her cunt convulse and grab at the big lifeguard's dick-head. She cried and jerked her body from side to side. Julie's thighs were smeared with her own juice. She bit more blood from her lips as a wild firestorm of orgasm raced through her cunt. A core of white-hot pleasure consumed her snatch. Ohhhhh, how wonderfully good that hard, thick cock felt in her. And now he was moving it again, rubbing it back and forth against her throbbing clit! The young woman's eyeballs glazed over and rolled up in her head as more powerful spasms tore through her snatch. Multiple orgasm! She had heard stories of women lucky enough to have them. Yet Julie never quite believed in those reports. And now she discovered she was one of those fortunate few who apparently could keep coming, their orgasms limited only to their endurance levels.
"Baby, keep it goin', work it on out!"
He was kissing her spit-drenched mouth. Julie sucked hard at his tongue as she came and came and came. Her feet beat hard against his humping sides. She could hear his dick squishing in and out of her clenching pussy.
"Man, now, now, NOW... UHHHHH!"
Jack's body stiffened, jerking from side to side. His big fingertips dug hard into her body, bruising her flesh while his legs pinned her thighs to the bed. His head snapped back and a strange strangled sound was torn from his throat. His eyes widened. He looked surprised, shocked as his cock twitched and sprayed gouts of sticky white-hot cum.
"No, no, NO!" Julie screamed. She was being inundated with spunk, her cunt filling up with hot cum. The young woman felt some of it spilling from her hairy cunt-hole and rolling down her upturned buttocks. Ohhh, she was drenched with the stuff, swimming in it. And Jack's fat, hairy balls kept pumping out spurt after spurt.
"Baby, take it all, take all my fuckin' cum," Jack whispered in her ear, flicking his tongue in and out of the tiny canal. He worked his thighs back and forth, making his shooting dick revolve around in the girl's hot pussy. Julie groaned, moving her hips around in a countermotion to increase the friction. The feeling was lovely, the best thing she'd ever felt in her life! Why had her mother damned it? No, her mother couldn't have known the kind of pleasure she was feeling now. There couldn't be anything sinful in something that felt so good!
"Ohhh, cum, cum, cum," the young woman whispered, feeling shivery as she pronounced the word. She'd heard the word many times, of course, in school. But Julie never thought she'd be using it herself. What a wonderful surprise!
"Yeah, yeah, honey. Ohhhhh, yeah," Jack whispered, resting his head next to hers on the pillow as the last spasms rippled through his cock. Julie felt the orgasm dying away, her cunt slackening as jizz still flowed from her pussy. Oh, she should have resisted temptation... the devil's temptation as her mother would have called it. Instead, she threw herself right into the thick of it, enjoying it to the fullest. Julie closed her eyes and felt waves of guilt wash over her. Her mother's condemning words echoed in her ears. If she ever found out what her daughter had done, she would throw her out on the streets where she belonged! Fear shot through the young woman. What would she do if her mother cast her out! She didn't have any trade... except this. Oh, God, would she become a street whore?
"Something wrong, baby?"
Jack was stroking her sides, toying with her tits as he moved his hips from side to side. Julie tried to escape her terror. But the guilt came back and stayed. Her smile quickly faded to a frown.
"I just feel that what I've done's... wrong, somehow." She bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes up, looking for consolation from the big lifeguard whose softening dick was still shoved up her cunt.
"Hey, honey. What we've been doin' everybody's doin'. I mean, it's not like we're spies for the Russians or something," Jack said, amused by the young girl's sudden moral consciousness. "It felt good, didn't it?"
Julie nodded her head up and down.
"Then, there's nothin' to worry about. In fact, I'll bet I can come again."
Julie protested, trying to work herself free. Two fuckings in one evening? Oh, no, she couldn't stand that. The young woman had to get home and think about what had happened to her!
"Come on, baby. Come on," Jack said in a pleading voice, holding her down on the small bed.
"No, I'm sore, I couldn't do... that again." Somehow the word "fuck" now seemed unpronounceable to her. She blushed to think of the horrible things she said earlier when he was pistoning his dick in her.
"You ever wanna suck a dick?" Jack asked after several seconds of silence.
"Oh, no, NO! That's... sick, perverted," the girl protested, wrinkling up her forehead in disgust.
"Come on. I'll bet you like it," he said, backing down and working his cock out of her snatch. At that point, Julie was aware of the large door squeaking open. He'd told her he'd locked it! Oh, God, and now somehow someone was getting in. They were going to see them, see them in a position that left nothing to the imagination. Julie covered her face with both hands and jerked her head away.
"I tell you my daughter's here. They wouldn't have just taken her away without calling me again. Now see, someone's in the bed and... oh!"
"We'd better get out of here lady," the janitor said, reaching down and pulling the older woman away by the arm.
"I'm sorry. I... wait a minute!"
The woman's apologetic voice suddenly took on an edge.
Julie stiffened with terror while Jack lay on top of her, not speaking a word. Her mother! Her mother was here, in this very room. Oh, God, she was going to see her in the worst possible condition!
"Hey, lady, come on, you're embarrassing these people," the janitor said, still pulling back on her arm.
"These... people are doing something foul, something the lord Jesus Christ forbade unless man and woman were married. And I'll warrant you these two aren't."
Julie's heart pounded so hard she thought her mother could hear it. Oh, God, keep her away from here until she could get dressed and rush home.
"Julie?"
Her mother's voice cracked as she walked closer to the cot.
"It's my daughter, I think."
"Hey, lady, come on."
"You little harlot," her mother whispered in a trembling voice. "Whore! Slut! Prostitute! I told you what I'd do if I found you fooling around with men. And now there you are, lying on the bed with this animal! You little daughter of Satan! I curse the day I even bore you!"
The older woman screamed, her face red and twisted with hatred.
The janitor wrapped his arms around the shrieking woman's waist, hauling her back while casting startled looks at Jack. The young lifeguard had by this time climbed off the bed and found his trunks, slipping them back on while trying to talk to the screaming woman.
"Okay, okay, take it easy. Nothing happened. We got carried away, but nothing happened."
The light from the corridor filtered into the large dark room. Julie shaded her eyes and watched as the janitor struggled with her mother. The older woman kept on screaming at her, calling her all sorts of names while kicking her feet and trying to tear free.
"I'll have all your jobs... and yours especially, you animal!" Julie's mother screamed at Jack. The janitor finally managed to get a firm grip on her and hauled her back into the hall.
"What'll I do with her?"
"Keep her mother out here until she calms down," Jack said, holding onto the table for support. He glanced down, the papers he was working on still waiting for further consideration. He wondered if he'd still be working on them after Julie's mother made calls to City Hall the following morning.
"Oh, my God, my God!" the young blonde groaned, slipping from the bed and picking up her bathing suit and sliding it back on.
"Hey, don't get wild. Most parents get upset when they find out their daughter's been foolin' around. But then they get used to it," Jack said, smoothing his hands over her shoulders as Julie bent down to slip on her sandals.
"Not my mother. You know, she made me swear on a Bible not to even date a boy after she caught me kissing one in the living room once," Julie whined. "And now... " She stopped, holding her beach bag and staring at the closed door. Behind it she could still hear her mother screaming at the luckless janitor.
"Hey, listen. If you got trouble, you know, like a place you gotta stay at, just stop by here tomorrow. I've got a small pad in the canals here in Venice. It's not much, but it'll keep you until things get squared away at home."
Julie trembled, turning toward the big lifeguard. She wanted to embrace him, hold onto him for support. But she knew she had to face her mother-and also the horrors she was certain to endure before attaining forgiveness.
"I'd better go," Julie said, reaching out and touching the guard's hand. She stepped out of the room, facing her mother who was now sitting on a large brown bench just outside.
"You're going home with me," the older woman began, her eyes glowing with righteous outrage. "You're going home and praying for forgiveness from the Lord."
Julie said nothing, ignoring the still startled look of the janitor as she passed by and walked out with her mother. All the way home she tried to think of some way she could speak to her mother. But that was impossible. She'd never been able to speak to her, especially after the old woman "got religion." At times, Julie heard her mother mumble something and guessed it was some damning comment about her conduct. One part of the girl cringed under the bristling moral outrage, while another part defiantly turned away. No, what she'd done hadn't been all bad.
As she walked, the young woman could still feel Jack's cum stirring inside her pussy. The movement of her thighs worked the jizz into her cuntal folds like hand cream. Her clit rose from the surrounding soft pussy-flesh once more, getting stiff and long as her mind flashed back to what happened in the lifeguard station. No, she hadn't sinned that much. Nothing so good, so intense could be evil. If her mother hadn't entered, she might have tried another fucking session, maybe even tried taking that dick in her mouth. The thought still sickened her. But then again, the thought of fucking terrified her up until this evening.
"Come on in, young lady. I'm not going to cast you out, although I feel I should. You're my own flesh and blood, though God only knows I shouldn't admit to it now."
Julie wanted to open her mouth, to comment on her own mother's past morality. But no, she didn't want to sass back, to cause her mother more pain than the old woman obviously had right now.
"I'm calling Brother Jackson up right now. You're going to enroll in his school this very instant," her mother said, rushing into the darkened house. Julie closed the door quietly behind her, placing the beach basket down and standing in the dark. Brother Jackson's school! She'd heard about it... a prison more than a school. Besides, that was for teenagers. And although the young woman was still technically a teenager, Julie felt now she was more of a woman than her mother.
"Yes, I'd like to speak to Brother Jackson."
Julie felt tears roll down her cheeks as she stood still in the dark. Her mother's harsh voice crackled in the night air. No, she'd tune it out. What her mother was saying was ugly, was a lie. Yes, she'd done those things, but they weren't as awful as her mother painted them. She was going to throw her into a reform school for this? Julie almost laughed a bitter laugh. Somehow she'd endure it. And then, maybe she'd run away, run back here... not to her mother's. Oh, no, there was no place for her anymore. Jack's... at least for a while. The thought of kicking away her home, her former life, made her dizzy. But her mother was leaving her no choice. No, she had to get away somehow.
Her mother had the upper hand this instant. But later...
CHAPTER FOUR
"You haven't been living up to our standards here, have you?"
Julie stared blankly at the large fat man standing in front of her, tapping a crop lightly against the palm of his left hand. The young woman had been shoved into a kind of mummy's case in the basement of Brother Jackson's school. It had been one week since her incarceration. She had been shouted at, forced to pray at a makeshift altar for hours, then nearly starved on rations unfit for animals.
The other girls were treated similarly. At times, Julie thought she spotted signs indicating they had been beaten. She wanted to talk to them, to communicate her fears to them. But Brother Jackson or the three horsey matrons working the small school just east of L.A. made certain the girls spoke to no one. Silence and strict obedience to the ascetic rules were mandatory.
"Shut up!" Brother Jackson said, spittle flecking his lips and chin. He was a greasy little man, his pot belly hanging over his leather belt. He reminded Julie of all those pictures she'd seen in history books of the Italian Fascisti when they rose to power. "You were caught talking to one of the girls by Miss Dennis. You know the rules."
Julie raised her eyes. She was trapped there, standing straight with less than six inches on either side. The front of the heavy wood case crushed her tits and shoved her ass against the splintery wood. The young girl stared through the tiny slot just in front of her eyes. What would her mother think of Brother Jackson's religious fervor now if she could see what he was doing to her daughter and the other girls? He was a sadist, a man who enjoyed . watching pretty young women suffer under him!
"We have to punish you, Julie."
His sweet, ironic tone made the young woman tremble. Before she could figure out what was happening, she heard something scraping against the.
wood. What did this man have in store for her? "OH!"
A long sharp object pushed through one opening and struck her throat. Julie screamed, her body jerking as much as it could in the confined space. She coughed and drew back. Behind the wood she could hear Jackson laughing. There were more scraping sounds. Then the young blonde teen felt another sharp object touching her. She flattened her shoulders against the back of the coffin. Whimpering, Julie tried to draw her hands to her tits. But the needles came too quickly. They touched her nipples before she could protect herself. The terrified teen gasped as her nipples hardened against the cold sharpness. What awful thing was happening to her? Her mind spun around dizzyingly. Discipline was one thing. But this-this was a concentration camp horror. From the safety of her home, of Jack's arms, to this!
"No, stop, stop it!" she wailed. Helpless, the young woman kept crying out for someone to help her. But it was useless. The needles advanced. Her nipples were nearly punctured.
"Do you promise to obey the rules?" Jackson asked. His voice was thick, his breath uneven. Julie could almost feel his delight as he twisted the needles lightly, rubbing the sharp ends against her tit-tips.
"Yes, yes!" Julie cried. The needles withdrew and the young woman sighed with relief. There was more fumbling outside. Then came the now-familiar sound of metal scraping against wood. "Yes, I promise, oh, God, I promise!" she wailed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her feet wiggled on the floor as sweat dampened her flesh. Fear numbed her brain while her chest and throat tightened. And yet in spite of the rising terror and pain, the young teenager felt something else happening to her. Her pussy was warming-actually growing hot, wet and tight under this torture! How could she explain this? Julie screwed up her eyes, concentrating on the strange, exciting sensation gripping her cunt. As her nipples were punctured, her clit stood up and quivered. Floods of thick, pungent smelling cunt-juice weeped from her hairy pussy-slit and wet down her thighs and buttocks. There was a steady onslaught of searing pain mixed with a delicious, wonderful feeling. Both mingled in her pussy, making her big ass-muscles cramp with excitement and her snatch wink open and shut. Strange, sharp teeth of passion ripped at her twat.
"NO, NO!"
Julie beat the sides of the torture case with her fists. The needles backed up, then slid forward again. They were going to kill her! Oh, how could they do something like this in a religious retreat? She hadn't done anything to them! Her screams were like naptha to their senses. Julie could almost feel their rising excitement as her wailing increased to a shriek.
"Repent, you little bitch. Repent of your sins!" It was the voice of one of the headmistresses. "Give up your sinful life," Mr. Jackson bellowed.
Give it up? No, they were hoping she would repent. They enjoyed inflicting torture the same way the Spanish Inquisition did to so-called heretics centuries ago.
"Please, I won't do anything anymore. I'll do anything you say. Just... just don't hurt me like this anymore. Please, PLEASE!"
Julie threw her head back, striking the rear panel of the tight box. The wild needles of her lust were tearing every bit of respectability from her. Getting fucked by the big lifeguard was one thing. But this was terrible, actually deriving pleasure from pain! Only sick people experienced things like that!
"Repent," the two of them chanted.
"I do, I DO!" Julie cried, her eyes shut tight. Tears oozed out as the needles still toyed harmfully with her body. The searing agony made her body shake. Oh, it was awful, and yet wonderfully exciting at the same time. She bawled and begged them to stop. And yet she couldn't believe anything like this could be so overpoweringly wonderful.
"Repent of anything evil in your past!"
"OHHHHH!"
Julie humped her belly while the needles poked into her tits.
"Repent and see God's ways," Mr. Jackson screamed, falling against the front of the coffin like torture chamber.
Julie cried out again, beating her body hard against the splintery walls. Her orgasm was racing through her fiery cunt, making her wish she could be fucked again. Oh, God, how awful, how terrible something like this was... to be tortured and to actually want more, more...
"Oh, God, God," the young woman mumbled, slumping against the front of the box. She felt the needles withdraw quickly from her nipples. There was little if any blood. The front door of the coffin opened and Julie fell out, collapsing in a crumpled heap at Mr. Jackson's feet. She could smell the thick black wax he used on his boots. The blonde teenager moaned, rubbing her thighs together secretly as the final spasms of her orgasm rippled away. Yes, yes, they were doing terrible, awful things to her. But she was enjoying it. For a second, Julie almost felt like encouraging them. Thank God, she'd managed to keep her mouth shut. The cool damp air against her flesh felt so good.
"Have you had enough? Your mother's a God-fearing woman. She told us we had a free hand with you. You have to be taught to see God's ways," Jackson said, his eyes bugging out, making him look like a frog.
She rolled her eyes up, staring at the man with unmixed disgust. Ohhh, how she hated him. Her mother had to be demented to have turned her over to this madman! If only she could figure out a way to escape! But the dormitory rooms were barred from the outside with the matrons keeping close watch on the girls. Whispers in the place sounded like screams. No, she couldn't get out without attracting attention... at least, not yet.
"What do you want of me?" she gasped, staggering to her feet. They had stripped her of the coarse woolen dress all the girls wore. She covered herself modestly now with her hands and arms. The pain in her nipples gradually grew less intense. Folding one leg over the other, Julie tried to hide the slick areas of her thighs from view. One glimpse at them and everyone would know how excited she'd become in her torture chamber.
But Jackson and his helpers made conscious efforts not to stare at her cunt or tits. One of the matrons picked up the dress she'd stripped from the screaming girl's body earlier before shoving her in the box.
"Put this on and be quick about it," she snapped, her face as expressionless as stone. The heavy-set woman stood there, hands folded tightly across her ample build as Julie took the garment and slipped back into it. The rough material irritated her flesh. "I promise... I promise I won't do anything anymore," she said in a tiny voice, shrinking away from Mr. Jackson who started coming toward her. He raised a hand and Julie flinched.
"I'm not going to hurt you, my child," he said in a syrupy voice. Placing one hand gently on her shoulder, he smiled, his eyes now radiating nothing but beatific goodness. Julie almost was convinced of his sincerity when he told her all he wanted was for his "girls" to reform. Then the young woman remembered those needles, remembered the ill-concealed lust trembling in his voice as he twisted the long sharp instruments around and around into her tit-tips. No, he was no messenger of God, as her mother believed. He was sick-sick and vile-as awful as those men who threatened her and Jack on the beach earlier.
"Please, let me go," Julie begged again, moving away from his touch. Mr. Jackson frowned, taking his hand reluctantly away from her.
"Very well. Maybe Julie here has found God. Let us hope so," he said piously, bowing his head and walking slowly from the basement chamber.
"Back to your room," the big woman said, taking her by the upper arm and nearly dragging her across the tiled floor.
Julie climbed the stairs, wincing as the coarse material of her dress rubbed against her sore tits. When they arrived at the large room, Julie dropped her eyes, seeing the other girls standing at attention by their bunks. It was meal time, an hour when they were marched army-style to a large narrow dining hall. On the bare, white-washed walls hung water color pictures of Christ and other religious figures in various poses administering mercy. Mercy! Julie almost laughed as her matron lead her to the appropriate bunk. There was no mercy here. Only sadism poorly masked by religious hypocrisy. This sick man was no religious leader-only a pervert using the girls for his pleasure.
"Sister Julie was severely punished this afternoon for breaking the rules. Justice here is as the Lord's-swift, merciless, just. You'll all find this true should you make the same error as did Sister Julie," the matron said in a crisp tight voice. She looked around at the girls. They all stood straight-backed, their hands at their sides, their eyes riveted to the bare walls in front of them. Julie could almost feel their sympathy radiating out to her, yet none of them dared show it.
"Very well, to dinner girls," the matron said, clapping her hands together as a signal for the girls to pair up and march to the dining hall. The girl with Julie was Marcia Anderson, a young brunette whose parents "jailed" her here for having smoked pot at home.
"What did they do to you?" Marcia whispered as they left the dorm.
"SH!" Julie warned, her eyes widening with panic. What if the matron heard them? There was no talking in this horrible institution. Her nipples still hurt. But, oh, God, what would they do to her if she broke the rule of silence again? Julie felt their punishment would be far more severe than what she had experienced earlier.
"Come on, tell me. The old biddy can't hear us back here," Marcia insisted. They were back far enough and no one was behind them.
"They put me in a case and... and stuck needles in me!" Julie whispered, feeling shame and pain attack her at the same time.
"Wow! They're really out of it. We've gotta get out of here. Our parents aren't going to believe us if we tell them what's happening."
Julie thought of her mother, the way she looked when Brother Jackson and his "Rescue Squad" rushed to the house and took Julie away as if she were one of the top ten wanted criminals.
"No, no they won't," she said sadly. They were coming up on the dining hall. The cheerless cement-block room was brightly lit ahead of them.
"Then let's get out of here. I figured out a way. I... "
"Sh, we're coming in," Julie said, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the head matron flash her an angry look. Had the older woman heard them talking? No, no, everything was fine. She took her place at the table and bowed her head with the rest of the girls as Mr. Jackson assumed his place in front of them and droned out psalms from the New Testament. Occasionally, Julie dared raise her eyes and glance at Marcia. The perky brunette saw her stare and several times smiled, quickly catching herself and bowing her head once more. Julie felt anger rising in her. God's love! What kind of love forbade people from just talking? "You may be seated."
Through dinner, Julie wished she could be next to Marcia. All the other girls slumped in their chairs, eating their meager dinner without saying a word. Julie could have screamed. Only the sounds of utensils scraping plates broke the silence as the minutes ticked by.
After a few cookies were served for dessert, Mr. Jackson clapped his hands together, signalling time for prayer. Marcia stood up and cast a meaningful glance at Julie, then walked quickly past the blonde with the other girls. Julie felt her pulse racing. Something told her the young brunette had plans for this evening.
It was with this idea she entered the prayer study.
"Are you okay?" Marcia whispered as Mr. Jackson resumed reading from the Bible. Thank God, the sounds of the fans circulating the air in the tiny space partially covered their whispering.
"Yes, yes, what's your plan?" Julie asked. She felt as if a bolt from the blue had struck her. Seconds ago, she wouldn't have thought escape from this prison was possible. But now, now she could almost smell the fresh air outside this hellhole!
"There's another girl here who's getting out. She's faked it so much Jackson and the others think she's a saint. Anyway, she's got epilepsy. They're terrified of her fits," Marcia said, breaking off as Mr. Jackson stopped reading and bowed his head for private reflection. Marcia rolled her eyes up, peering through her long brown lashes and continuing when the old man began his Bible reading again.
"So?"
"So, she's agreed to throw a fit whenever I want her to. That sets everyone around here screaming. They don't know what to do. Guess they're afraid her folks'd sue or something." Marcia went on, resting a warning hand on Julie's forearm as the reading stopped once more.
"Then why did you wait so long until now to get her to throw this... fit?" Julie asked, her eyes sweeping the room to make sure no one saw them whispering softly.
"It's hard getting anyone to talk to you here, even when you've got a chance," Marcia said. "But are you in?"
Julie thought for several seconds, then nodded quickly.
"Good. I'll talk to her now," Marcia said, laying a reassuring hand on the blonde's wrist, then slipping down the long wooden bench. Julie nervously watched as her new-found friend whispered to a redheaded young woman. Mr. Jackson droned on, his voice booming over the heads of his victims.
"All set," Marcia whispered, sliding back to Julie. "She's gonna throw it right after he gets through with this. There aren't too many people on the door. When we see her fall down, we split."
Julie felt her heart beating crazily. This was their chance. Now she'd be able to get out of here, run for her life, run right into Jack's arms. She thought of that big man and felt her heart skip a beat. Oh, God, she didn't know just how horny she'd been until now! Cooped up in this school without a thought to herself, Julie hadn't had time to think about fucking. But now, on the brink of escape, she felt her pussy tighten up and grow hot and wet. A small drop of cunt-juice oozed from the velvety lining of her pussy, trickling maddeningly through the tangled forest of her twat-hairs. She shivered, rubbing her fingers up and down her arms. The young girl felt her inner thighs tighten up.
"OH!" Julie moaned, feeling her hands tightly over her waist. If only she could touch herself, push one finger up her thighs until she touched her rubbery, bloated cunt-lips!
"Oh, my God!"
The scream was followed by others. Julie snapped from her reverie just in time to see Marcia's friend pitch off the bench and start rolling about on the floor, her body trembling and shaking as if someone had touched an electric wire to it. Mr. Jackson knocked over the podium, dropping his bible to the floor while several of the "-matrons" scurried over to the thrashing woman.
"Come on. They won't be the wiser for a while," Marcia whispered.
Julie and the brunette threaded their way quickly through the crowd, glancing back only once to make sure they weren't being followed. Julie's heart beat wildly as she saw the front door appear.
"They don't even lock it!" Marcia whispered, clutching the brass knob and twisting it. In a flash, they were out of the building.
"I can't believe it!" Julie cried as they ran as quickly as they could from the grounds. "I'm really out... really free!"
Julie stopped, holding her belly as she leaned against a tree to catch her breath. Marcia was in front of her. For a while, neither girl said anything as they gasped, laughed, and gasped again. She was free, free to go find Jack. Maybe he could help straighten out her mind.
"Where do you wanna go now?" Marcia finally asked.
"I've got a friend in Venice," Julie said, feeling her cunt spasm. "Let's go there."
The two young women started toward the main highway leading back to Los Angeles, not dreaming the horrors they had just left behind were nothing compared to those lying ahead of them.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, baby, ain'tcha the one we met a while ago... with the big boyfriend?"
"Don't pay any attention to them Marcia," Julie whispered nervously, her hands clutching her throat as she started backing away from the deserted lifeguard station. In front of her, the high surf pounded the beach as the increasing wind blew her hair behind her.
"Sure, she's the fuckin' bitch who thought she was so goddamned high and mighty."
"Who arc these people?"
"We'd better go, Marcia."
Julie grabbed the brunette by one wrist and started pulling her back.
"Come on, Hank. Let's show her how real men fuck their ladies," Burt said. He reached down and scratched the large, threatening bulge between his legs. Julie's eyes raced down to his groin, then back to his face. Oh, God, she hadn't expected this to happen. She'd convinced her newly found friend to accompany her to Venice. They'd hitchhiked all the way, fending off two dirty old men. They'd risked almost everything in order to find Jack. It was late, but Julie hoped he'd still be at work. If not, they were going to sit under one of the towers, huddle together, and wait until he showed up in the morning. Neither of them had expected to find this gang reeling from too much beer near the main tower. It was nearly midnight and the beach was deserted. There would be no one there they could get help from.
"Yeah, two young cunts! Sheeit, even if they ain't virgins, bet they're good and tight," Bob said, unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his hairy pot belly.
Julie felt her scalp crinkle. She stepped back once more, feeling her feet sinking into the sand.
Marcia was still looking in amazement at the cycle crowd. She couldn't believe people like that existed in real life.
"Told you you'd pay for this, bitch," Burt said, scratching his stubbly beard. He started for the two girls, jerking one hand out and nearly catching Julie. The young blonde yelped, jerking back and hugging her body tighter with her arms. A pulse leapt to her throat as she watched the leader stop his pursuit for a while, plant his thick-muscled legs widely apart and chuckle at them.
"Man, this is gonna be good... real good. Ain't had a good, hot wet pussy for a long time. Yeah, man, it's gonna be good."
Julie could feel the sexual energy radiating out of him. Her eyes darted about. The men were closing in on the two of them. Their only hope was to run around the small gang toward the ocean, then double back and head for the brightly lit parking lot near Venice Boulevard. There they might get lucky and find a police cruiser nearby.
"Let's go," Julie whispered.
The two girls wheeled around and ran for all they were worth, passing Burt's outstretched hand by inches. At first they seemed to make headway. The soft sand helped them, the heavier men finding a difficult time of it as they plodded along the beach swearing at the fleeing young women.
"I think we're okay," Julie said, turning her head around. Marcia's cheeks were puffed out as she strained every nerve and muscle fiber to get away. But in the end, Burt and his gang had more endurance. The young blonde gang leader had put on a burst of speed and closed the gap between them. Just when Julie thought she was free, she felt his fingers close around several strands of her long blonde hair and pull back. She screamed, her hands stretched out in front of her as the young man grabbed more hair and pulled.
"OHHHH, NOOOOO!" Julie shrieked. Her head snapped back and her knees buckled. Burt kept pulling back, laughing and calling to his friends. "Get away, get away!" Julie screamed to her friend. "Get help!"
"Shut up!" Burt said, finally bringing the shrieking blonde to her knees. Marcia debated for a second, hesitating as she watched the young blonde teenager sink to the ground. Then she saw Bob lumbering toward her, his fat arms stretched out in front of him. With a tiny scream, the brunette wheeled around and headed for the parking lot.
"Oh, God, help me!" Julie wailed.
"No God's gonna help you now, baby. Hey, Bob, let that bitch go. Come on, let's get 'er in the van."
The other men returned, muttering about how they'd better get the fuck out of the area before the other girl brought back help.
"Goddamn it! You keep movin' around like that, baby, and we'll chop off your tits."
Julie's flesh crawled. They would do it! She was sure they'd visit the worst kind of pain and horror on her if she didn't cooperate. Her only hope was that Marcia would find the police and that they would believe her. "Get 'er in fast."
The men pushed Julie into the small white Ford van, slamming the rear doors and locking them. Burt and Hank crawled in after the young blonde while Bob slid into the driver's seat and started up the vehicle.
"We're gonna have fun with this little whore," Burt said, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he stared at Julie cringing in one corner. As the big van rocked along the uneven beach road, the blonde teen braced herself against the metal walls. There was no escape from these awful people! Ohhh, she was far better off at Mr. Jackson's prison. At least there he wouldn't have dreamed of really hurting her.
"Tie her feet."
Hank did as he was told, fetching some rope from a pile of what seemed to be composed of twisted hemp and chains and cuffs. Julie whimpered and twisted against the ropes that finally pinned her down. Burt gave his buddy some more directions. More rope was slipped around her wrists, pulling her arms out in a crucifixion position. The line was fixed to various white hooks that had been screwed into the smooth metal sides of the rocking van. Burt chuckled as he reached out after Hank had tied her up, jerking the coarse woolen dress from her body. "OH!"
Julie could sense the men's growing arousal. The smell of sweat filled the van. And what was odd was a weird, intense semi-pleasurable feeling taking over her body! How could she actually be feeling pleasure over what was happening to her? Surely she realized the very real danger she was exposed to. These men could take her life in a very ugly way. And yet her asscheeks were clenching, her pussy was growing musky, hot and tight, and her nipples were stiffening. Yes, yes, she had felt something as vile as this earlier when Jack was crawling on top of her, mastering her as he hunched his cock into her willing little snatch. This was the same thing, only far more strong and perverse!
"You got a pretty slit," Burt said, reaching down into a small opened tool box next to the pile of rope and chain. "Too bad it's gonna get all burnt."
Julie's eyes opened wide. She pulled at her arms, feeling the rough rope bite into her sensitive flesh. The big man pulled out a large dirty wax candle and held it in front of her. Julie could smell the burned wick and the sour odor Of wax. She watched nervously as he fished in his shirt pocket for matches.
"Ohhhh, God!" the girl cried, her body shivering with mounting terror. The van suddenly exploded into brilliant white light as the young woman twisted around in her bonds. Oh, God, what was he going to do? Surely he wasn't thinking of burning her with those horrible matches! Julie wrinkled up her face as the smell of burning sulfur reached her nostrils.
"See it, baby? You think I'd shove that thing in your cunt, eh?"
Burt held the candle inches away from her wide eyes so she could see it. Then he knelt in front of her, bracing himself as the van rocked on the road, bringing the burning candle between her spread thighs. She could feel the heat becoming more and more intense against her inner thighs. Julie cried out, rolling her eyes up to the van's ceiling. Her cunt snapped shut while her thighs tightened.
"No, don't burn me. Oh, please, don't do that to me! I swear, I'll do anything. Just don't burn me!" Julie wailed, jerking her body back and forth.
But Burt was too determined to torture her to listen to the young woman's cries. He passed the candle between her white shivering legs again, his cock filling with cum and pressing hard against his Levi's. The smell of her singed cunt-hairs made him hotter.
"No, NOOOOOOO!" Julie screamed, the cords pushing hard against the flesh of her neck. She jerked and twitched, her screams dying down into painful wails. Burt was too engrossed to listen.
Several curled hairs disappeared when the small yellowish flame advanced toward her snatch. The intense heat was like a knife cutting into her pussy.
Julie cried and twisted, feeling her cunt-lips swelling with unnatural lust. More and more cunt-juice seeped out of her hot pussy, wetting her thighs and the rounded bottoms of her asscheeks. Burt turned the candle around, letting the dripping wax fall on her pussy. He watched with interest as the white flesh around her cunt-lips quivered each time a glob of the white tallow touched her.
Julie twisted and sobbed as the flame licked at her pussy-flaps. The heat stabbed more brutally into her cunt. The helpless young teen babbled and shuddered as the heat grew more and more intense She thought he was going to burn her alive! He was going to shove the burning end of that long candle into her pussy and singe her womb! Julie screamed again, jerking her body until she could feel the ropes chewing into her flesh. But still the van rocked on down the beach road toward the highway. There was no hope. No one could possibly hear her shrieks and sobs.
"Hey, baby, let's see if you can keep quiet for a while. I got the perfect way," Burt said, his eyes narrowing. As he talked, he unzipped his Levi's with his free hand, pushing them down to the tops of his black boots. He held the burning candle six inches away from her cunt. Julie stopped her sobbing and stared at his mammoth cock. It was about seven inches now and still growing longer and fatter.
"Okay, baby, don't gag on me now. You try anything funny an' I'm gonna ram this mother up your snatch!"
Julie thought of the times she'd heard about girls who took dicks in their mouths. Some of her more liberal girlfriends said that was the only way they'd have sex with a guy. At least they didn't have to worry about getting knocked up. But... to take something that horrible looking in your mouth... oh, God, she'd have to pray to heaven for strength! In the back of her mind Julie could hear Mr. Jackson's voice droning on and on about God and his mercy. Well, if there were a God let him show his justice and mercy now!
Burt's dick grew steadily bigger. It seemed to the young cringing girl it would never stop growing. Julie twisted her head away and closed her mouth tightly. Burt reached down with one hand and jerked her head back toward his cock, squeezing her jaws apart with his thick fingers. Julie groaned, feeling a steady dull ache in her skull. She had to open her mouth or he was going to shatter her jaw.
Grunting with lust, the big man kept one hand on her face, holding her jaws apart as he slipped into position. Slowly, enjoying the terror and revulsion written on Julie's face, the biker bent his knees and squatted down. His cheeks quivered as he slowly inserted his cock-head between the young blonde's lips.
Julie groaned. The taste of the sweating, slimy prick made Julie choke and gag. For a while, the girl thought she could feel bile rising from her stomach. She was sure she would vomit. The weight of his heavy, blood-filled prong made it scrape against her teeth. He warned her what he'd do if she tried to bite him. Julie tried relaxing her jaw, yielding to him finally. Soon, his cock filled her mouth, stretching her jaws so far apart Julie thought they'd split. The veins wiggled against her lips. The salty, bleachy flavor she'd tasted earlier filled her mouth now. As Burt started moving back and forth, clenching his hairy asscheeks in his growing sexual excitement, Julie actually felt her cunt throb in sympathetic rhythm. Oh, in spite of her horror at this perverted act, she was actually enjoying it... or at least a part of her was having a ball! It was incredible! Julie felt she was suffering. And yet she had to acknowledge the wet, musky heat between her shivering legs.
"Man, baby, suck that mother. Go on, flick your motherfuckin' tongue around that sucker," Burt groaned.
Julie felt his dick-head strike the back of her throat. She swallowed hard, coating her mouth and throat with more pre-cum. Julie thought about that fat dark red head revolving around in her mouth. Soon it would be spitting out its jizz in great gouts. She would be expected to swallow most of it! Oh, she'd drown! Julie thought of the size of Burt's cock and realized it would fill her mouth with spunk during the first seconds of orgasm. In hopeless terror, she crushed her fingernails against her palms, grinding her thighs together to relieve the itchy ache pulsing in her cunt. Oh, God, just the thought of all that cum spurting out of his piss-hole made Julie's pussy glow like a burning jewel!
Burt rammed ahead, sweat trickling down his face and body and dripping onto her tits. Her teeth scraped sensuously against the underside of his shaft. Burt looked down several times at the girl and smiled, shaking the sweat from his face. He could tell by the way her cheeks expanded and contracted that she was enjoying what he was forcing her to do. Yes, she might have started out the reluctant virgin. But there was no denying that now Julie was a willing participant in her own degradation.
Julie's tits jiggled like bowls of pudding while her nipples grew dark red and stiff. Her cunt itched and burned. The young girl closed her eyes and visualized herself sucking off a handsome, hung biker. The image excited her. Her pussy burned and itched with great heat. Oh, this was more exciting, she was ashamed to admit, than fucking Jack on the beach! The ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles; the candle dripping more hot wax on her lower body; the sensation of Burt's cock stuffing her mouth all turned the twisting, sobbing young blonde into a wild sex-crazed teenager!
Suddenly, she felt Burt change his mouth-fucking rhythm. With a loud grunt he shoved down hard, rubbing his balls against her chin. Julie twisted wildly, shocked by a hot stinging sensation at the back of her throat. He was shooting his load, dumping his cum in her mouth. Ashamed and frightened, Julie tried at first not to swallow. But the pressure in her cunt became unbearable. Twisting around, trying desperately to get more friction from rubbing her pussy-lips together by jerking her knees back and forth, the young woman opened her throat and steadily drank in the hot, bleachy-tasting jizz.
"Yeah, yeah," Burt sighed, reaching down with one hand and running his fingers through Julie's tangled blonde hair. He slowly fed his cock back and forth into her sucking mouth, occasionally shifting his thighs back and forth, smiling as he watched his cock-head push against first one cheek, then the other. He could tell she was having her own mini-orgasm. Julie gasped, twisted and shook, her belly tightening and her tits bouncing.
"Ohhhhh," the girl sighed as Burt drew his cock slowly from her mouth, wiping its head against her lower lip.
"Maybe you need something in that tight little cunt of yours to help," he said, taking the candle and shoving it deep into her pussy.
Julie's eyes bugged out with surprise at the sudden intrusion. She let out a howl, jerking in the ropes as Burt twisted the candle deeper and deeper into her hole. The flame was close to her cunt-lips after the biker had driven the candle in almost to the tip. She felt it licking destructively at her pussy-lips. It was burning some of the curly surrounding pussy-hairs. But, oh, in spite of the pain and fear, Julie could feel the fire in her snatch burning even hotter than the one at the end of the candle. Julie clenched her thighs tightly, sucking in the candle shaft even deeper. Hank and Burt watched impressed as Julie thrashed in her rope bonds, grinding her thighs together, sucking in more and more of the wax dildo until the flame was almost even with her pussy-lips. Then, with a hiss, the flame burned out, the girl's thick pussy-oil extinguishing the fire. Flexing her thighs, the dazed little blonde teen bore down, sucking the candle against her throbbing clit.
"AHHHHHHH, NOOOOO!"
In a wild, increasingly mindless rhythm, Julie stroked and her pussy-muscles locked on the candle. She whipped her hips back and forth faster and faster. A long, slow, agonizingly drawn out orgasm finally began, making Julie grunt, growl and moan. Oh, she didn't think anything could be so wonderfully awful!
"Shit, you're a fuckin' hot little bitch, ain'tcha?" Burt commented, reaching down and pulling the candle out of her wet, still-clenching pussy-hole with a squishy pop. Julie shuddered, her muscles relaxing. She sank in her bonds, her asscheeks nearly touching the dirty metal van floor. There was less vehicle motion now. They were now on the main highway.
"Man, it ain't fair. I mean, you got 'er in the mouth and I came in my fuckin' pants." Hank was rubbing his fingers over a large wet spot just to the left of his fly.
"Asshole! I told you to wait. You could 'a got 'er in the cunt. Man, she's so fuckin' wet I could drive a goddamned Greyhound bus in her!" Burt said, giving his buddy a grim smile. "Hey, man, don't take it so bad. We're gonna be there in a while. We're gonna play games with this little slut, ain't we?"
With that, Burt reached down and grabbed a handful of Julie's long blonde hair, jerking it up. The young woman snapped back to life, her body stiffening while a low moan escaped from between her lips.
"You're animals!" she cried when he let her go.
"Yeah, baby, animals. But then what do you think you are, some little society miss? Shit, the way you was sue kin' up that candle like it was some fat dick shows me just What you are... a goddamned slutty little bitch in heat," he growled, raising one hand and bringing it down hard against the side of her face.
Julie cried out, her head snapping to the side and her hair whipping across her face. The force of the blow sent her body bouncing on the ropes. Stars exploded in front of her eyes while her teeth rattled. No, she wouldn't say anything more against these men. All she could do was hope Marcia could get to the police in time. Until then, she'd have to endure this madness-somehow.
CHAPTER SIX
Julie begged Burt to loosen the bonds. He ignored her cries. Instead, he sat cross-legged in front of her, making lewd comments about how she enjoyed giving him head and teasing Hank about how she wouldn't even look at his dick.
The blonde teenager felt the van rocking slowly back and forth. The ropes cut cruelly into her wrists and ankles. She sobbed as the weight of her swaying body pulled at her bonds. She twisted back and forth, trying to ease the strain. But it was useless. Burt had tied her tightly. There was no way she could loosen the ropes.
Burt scratched his crotch. He was already aroused. The big man could smell her pussy, knowing she was as hot as he was. But Julie couldn't admit that fact to herself. Even now, she blotted her arousal of a few minutes ago from her mind. She'd been raped in her mouth by that filthy man. She'd done all she could to knock him away. But what could she really do, bound this way? Somehow she'd have to endure whatever they did to her and pray to God that Marcia could bring the police in time!
Burt lifted the glass cover of a Coleman lantern, turning the small red key clockwise. The slender flame grew longer. Julie could feel the heat on the undersides of her legs. She widened her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, twisting more desperately in her bonds.
"You seem to like heat, baby. Maybe this'll make you hot enough to take on ol' Hank here since he ain't got much in the crotch department," Burt said, glancing at his buddy.
Burt slid forward, careful not to tip over the lantern as he shoved it under her ass and turned the flames up even higher. Julie writhed and twisted, trying to buck her hips up to get them away from the heat. The flame flickered, brushing across her white shivering asscheeks. Julie's wild cries turned into strangled gurgles as the pain lessened. It was replaced by a strange kind of warmth that seemed to excite the young woman. Julie now remembered with shame her arousal when the big man drove his cock in and out of her mouth, how she silently begged him for more, wishing something could be sliding in and out of her tight little cunt while he shot his load off. How salty and bleachy that cum tasted as it spattered against the back of her throat, and how agonizingly slow her orgasm had been as she struggled in the ropes, trying to rub her thighs together. The young woman burned with shame as well as lust. The nerve endings in her cunt sputtered as she fought to keep her sanity.
"No, oh, God, no!" she grunted. The blonde teenager wanted him to touch her tits, her ass, her cunt. She bit her lower lip until she tasted blood. No, Julie couldn't let these filthy men learn of her perverted lust. All she did was bite her lip harder and twist and jerk her hips shamelessly. Oh, God, she felt like a nympho!
Burt still sat and watched the girl, moving his fingers slowly up and down his rock-hard dick. He wanted to fuck her. But still he waited, reaching forward and jerking her outer cunt-lips apart.
Julie groaned, snapping her head back and rolling her thighs from side to side. His fingers were greasy with her hot pussy-juice. She felt the flame from the lantern burning her plump asscheeks. Julie started to cry as Burt rubbed his callused thumbs over the inner folds of her pussy-mouth.
The horror and the humiliation of what was happening to her overwhelmed the weeping girl.
Burt laughed, reaching down with his free hand and turning up the flame even more. The sudden increase of heat turned a nickel-shaped portion of her ass a dark red. Julie screamed, her muscles tightening and pushing out against her tanned smooth flesh. She begged him to stop and swore she'd do anything if the pain would go away.
Burt swung her hips back and forth, ignoring the young woman's screams. He laughed as he watched her tight young ass pass over the flame. He kept swinging her back and forth, gnashing his teeth together as the flame bit deeper.
"Oh, God, please, PLEASE!"
"Hey, man, you gonna have her again?" Hank said in disbelief. He was watching Burt unzip his trousers and push them down to his knees. Julie felt her pussy clench with excitement. He was going to fuck her, fuck her while the flame from that Coleman lantern burned her ass to a crisp.
"Man, she loved my dick in her mouth. Now, baby, what do you think of my finger?"
With that, he shoved his right forefinger into her cunt. His other hand held her ass over the small yellow flame while he shoved his finger deeper into her red, slick, hairy fuck-hole.
Julie's face reddened and twisted into a mask of agonized lust. Her head snapped back and forth, her long blonde hair whipping across her cheeks and mouth. Strings of drool oozed from the corners of her mouth while her big tits jiggled and bounced against one another. Sweat made her body glisten under the shifting light illuminating the van as Burt reamed out her pussy with his finger.
"Gonna fuck you good with this mother. Gonna..."
At that point, the van suddenly lurched. The lantern overturned and rattled forward, smashing against the panel separating the rear portion of the vehicle from the driver's section. Both Burt and Hank yelled, falling forward and catching the lantern before it spewed all its burning fuel over everything.
Julie sighed, sinking in her bonds. It was a sigh of relief coupled with frustration. They had excited her, then left her high and dry. Yes, it was good that her arousal had been stopped. How could she face herself, knowing a man had excited her in such a foul way?
"We're here, baby," Burt said, pulling his Levi's back up after stowing the battered lantern. "But don't think it's all over. The night's still got a long time to go, and I've got all kinda ideas for you."
Julie's scalp crawled as she thought of what had already happened-and what Burt's twisted imagination could cook up for her.
They drove over more bumpy roads, finally coming to a stop. Burt and Hank untied the young woman, shoving her naked from the van. As she stumbled onto the ground, the young woman drew her hands up to her shoulders, rubbing them briskly. The night air out here was cold and dry, making her flesh pucker up into goosepimples. The fine gravel on the drive bit into the soles of her feet. There was nothing here except darkness and the occasional cry of a timber wolf.
"Get goin', baby. Around the van," Burt said, shoving her hard between her shoulders.
Julie whimpered, hugging her body tighter with her hands and arms as she did as she was told. Moving around the front of the vehicle, she saw a kind of detention camp sitting atop some barren desert land. They had to be some place east of Los Angeles, possibly near San Bernardino. In the middle of this compound was a one-story wood building. At one time it might have been a small ranch house or bunk house. Now it had been taken over by these men, converted into a prison for whomever these bikers decided to pounce on.
"Gonna get somethin' to drink over there," Burt said, slapping Hank on the shoulders playfully. "Bob, you take her down to the basement inside."
Julie watched as the two men lumbered toward a smaller building some thirty feet away, laughing and talking about how she reacted to the flame and the candle. Bob then dragged her away.
"What's going to happen to me?" she asked in a small voice as she made her way carefully down the rickety stairs into a dimly lighted basement. There was the smell of stale cigarette smoke. When they reached the damp cement floor, Bob shoved her forward, then moved around turning on several bare light bulbs attached to the ceiling. As each bulb came on, Julie could see chairs with manacles dangling from the ceiling. Heavy iron rings hung from stakes driven into the support beams. Off to one side was a wooden frame with a headboard and footboard. This room was a hell of torture devices, devices that hadn't been used since the Inquisition.
For the next few minutes, Bob toyed with her, telling her how they were going to burn her, knife her, tear her body into pieces while fucking her to death. It was awful, unbelievable! She begged him to stop, falling to her knees and clamping her hands over her ears. But he only shouted at her, tearing her hands away, spitting in her face, calling her all sorts of filthy names while rubbing his bulging crotch against her face.
"Hey, man, you gonna wake up all the fuckin' animals around here!" Burt shouted down from the first floor.
Julie actually felt relief when she heard his heavy boots thudding dully on the stairs. Bob backed away, folding his arms tightly across his chest and smirking at her. Something awful was up! She heard another set of boots behind Burt's and knew it was Hank. But then there were other sounds, sounds resembling those of an animal's feet scurrying over wood.
"Man, she can't wait to strap me on," Bob said, leering down at the young woman. Julie covered her tits protectively, still kneeling on the floor. She saw Burt come into view.
"You're gonna have to wait. She's got somebody else she's gotta take care of first."
There was something between Burt and Hank. In the glaring light of the basement, the young blonde teen couldn't make it out at first. Then she realized what it was!
"Oh, God, no, NO!"
In a flash, the young blonde realized what they were going to make her do. Screaming, she wheeled around, getting up on her hands and running away from the laughing men. She heard frenzied barking. Yes, it was a German shepherd-a large grey and white German shepherd they were going to sic on her and... and oh, God, she couldn't even say it to herself! Still screaming, Julie crashed into a table in front of the wood frame. The blonde teenager stumbled dizzily to the floor, falling on her side, still clawing at the floor. No, no, they couldn't make her do this awful thing!
"Get her, Shadow, get her!" Burt said in a low growl.
Julie fought through the daze that had settled over her mind and got back up. She managed to rise to her feet and stumble forward once more. Where could she run? Where could she go to escape this madness? Her chest tightened and her throat turned dry as cotton. Terror gripped the young woman when she heard the animal's paws padding over the cold cement floor. He was gaining on her, only seconds away from pouncing on the helpless teenager!
"Oh, God, God in heaven, please don't!" Julie cried, tears streaking her face. There was another series of barks followed by something warm and furry hitting her hard just below her tits. Julie let out a grunt, feeling the wind knocked out of her. The animal had pounced, jumping on her and knocking the young woman toward the wood frame. She pitched back with a yelp, her arms flailing around as Julie desperately tried to regain her balance. That was impossible. The dog was still on her, his body knocking hers finally to the cold basement floor.
"Oh, nooooooooo," the girl moaned as her body struck the cement. It was over. There was no escape. The young woman felt a curtain of hopelessness cover her like a shroud. She was dead, dead to the world she once knew. As Julie felt the German shepherd's breath blow against her chest and throat, the blonde teen let out a wail of despair.
"Fuck her, boy. Go on and fuck her," Burt encouraged the animal.
Julie twisted her head away, gulping in breaths of air. Nausea passed over her. Her belly bucked and turned over as she felt the animal's sharp claws dig into her belly and thighs. Was he going to tear out her throat, rip her body to pieces? The weight on her chest was almost crushing. The big dog seemed stunned for a moment by his instant victory. Opening her eyes, Julie saw the animal poised motionless on top of her, his big forepaws planted on her tits while his hind legs were on her thighs. He was huge by any standard, his large furry body thrilling the young woman strangely with its massive bulk.
Julie heard the animal breathing harder. He was coming to his senses now, realizing the power he had over this naked young teenager under him. He moved, backing down off her body. Finally he was off! Julie sighed, moving her hands up and smoothing the clawed areas of her body gently with her fingertips. Then suddenly she stiffened. He was wetting down the soft places behind her knees. The touch of that rough wet tongue made the blonde teen jerk on the floor. She started breathing more shallowly through her flared nostrils.
"NO!" the girl cried, kicking one leg down toward the animal.
Shadow ducked away from her foot, his pointed ears pinned back. Julie heard him growl. Raising her body up, the young woman saw his black rubbery lips peeled back, revealing a double row of white crisscrossed fangs wet with saliva. The fur around his neck seemed to bristle out while his bushy tail wagged slowly back and forth. He was watching her, ready to pounce on her the way he would pounce on a helpless animal of prey.
"Easy, babe, you oughtta see what he does to some of the animals out there when they piss 'im off," Burt warned.
Julie shivered, her eyes widening. The dog looked like something sent up from hell. In the bright basement light, the growling German shepherd's eyes glowed while his growl became louder, deeper. He crouched down, peeling his lips back even farther. Oh, God, he was going to kill her!
Then he moved forward slowly, his big brown eyes staring warningly at her. Julie did nothing this time. Her arms shook violently. She could feel his breath against her inner thighs as Shadow crept closer. Julie's breath became shallow.
"Oh, no, no, don't," she whimpered, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes tightly as the big dog neared her wet crotch. It was so weird, nightmarelike. There was no escape in her dreams, no escape here.
And yet, could she deny the excitement in her crotch? Burt had worked her up perversely in the van, then left her without satisfaction. No matter how horribly he had treated her and how foully he'd worked her cunt, still the fact remained-Julie was in heat. The animal smelled her hot pussy and growled with satisfaction. He knew what the young woman wanted in spite of her please and sobs. With a soft bark the dog pushed forward.
"Get... back," Julie said unconvincingly.
Shadow's nose pushed against her cuntal mound. The girl shivered, collapsing to the floor, Oh, God, how awful, how terrible to feel what she was feeling with that animal. Why was she shaking so? And there was that swelling ball of sexual heat in her belly. Julie grabbed frantically at the floor, clawing the cement. He started moving his tongue over her asscheeks. Julie kept crying out in disbelief at what was happening to her.
"Horrible, horrible," the girl cried, her words ringing so false, so small in this huge basement. She could smell herself now, smell the pungent cunt-juice that seemed to flood out of her pussy. Shadow liked that, his growls getting louder and lustier as she twisted under his oral attack. Oh, God, she was turning out to be as low as he was. They were nothing but two animals in heat, lusting after one another. Nothing else mattered except their perverse desires. .
Julie gasped from the achy tickle developing deep in the heart of her pussy. His tongue was lapping at her thighs and at the bottoms of her jiggling asscheeks. Julie cried out when she felt the pointed rough tip touch her cunt-lips. Oh, the scalding pressure nearly drove her wild! Wrong, wrong! It was all so wrong! And yet she was begging for more-more pressure, more length! Her mother had been right in her first estimate. Julie was nothing more than a hot street slut, willing to try anything to satisfy her cunt. "Mmmmmmmm!" Julie thrilled to the low growls in the big animal's throat. His wet tongue rubbed over her clit, making her knees shiver. She bit blood from her lower lip. Yes, she was letting this happen. It was a dog, a damned dog between her legs, licking her off! It was the kind of thing people made dirty jokes about or men sneaked off to Mexico to see!
Shadow was pressing harder. The girl felt her asscheeks work over the floor. She couldn't stop the animal, and wondered if she could would she have the will. Ohhh, how her cunt ached from the tension of lust Burt had instilled in her. How wonderful it was to have that tension eased. Oh, God, eased by a dog!
But Julie tried to knock that thought from her mind. No, don't think of a dog! It was just one wet surface rubbing against another. She couldn't be expected to stay quiet while a mouth was pushed against her cunt.
"Oh, no, no, no," Julie moaned, rolling her head from side to side. She thought she was losing her mind. She was actually making up excuses for her own perverse behavior. No, she had to stay alert, conscious of what was happening to her.
Otherwise she would go crazy, living in world that didn't exist.
"Go for it, bitch," Burt growled.
Julie moaned, feeling the animal's tongue exploring higher along the insides of her thighs after having pulled out for several seconds. Why was it so devastating? It was like the strange and wild fantasies during her high school days when she was tempted to touch herself, to finger her cunt. But her mother had been ready for that, caught her doing it and punished her so hard that Julie couldn't possibly consider the act now. Or could she? Oh, God, considering what had already happened to her, how could she even think of morality?
Shadow whimpered, moving the long tip of his nose from side to side. He pressed his snout against her inner cunt-lips, forcing them wide apart. Julie heard the men laughing somewhere in the distance. The rushing of her wild pulse drowned out their voices. "No, no, this can't be happening!" Julie cried. The big dog ignored her, shoving his mouth against her cunt, then pulling back and opening his jaws wide. He sunk his white fangs gently into her left thigh, biting her lightly, showing her who was boss. Julie gasped and ground her shoulders against the cement floor. Oh, no, she couldn't face being torn to shreds by this animal! Let him do what he wanted.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The young blonde teenager snapped her head back, biting her lower lip until she could taste blood. Ohhh, it felt soooo good, it had to be a sin! Julie extended one leg and fanned out her toes. The aching tickle was getting worse. She could feel herself building toward an orgasm. Her mind was overloaded with the steady rub of Shadow's mouth. Her senses spun around with the hungry need to increase the friction between her shaking legs.
"Unngh! Unngh!" Julie cried, tightening her asscheeks and rocking her body from side to side. She could feel the cement floor now wet and warm with her cunt-juice. Ohhh, she was so wet and hot down there!
"No, no, oh, God, it's awful!" she screamed, dropping her hands in her lap and shoving the animal's face away. No, she couldn't let herself get dragged down to this horrible level. She would be the lowest thing on this planet if she were to keep letting that dog have his way! She heard Shadow snap at her hands. Crying out sharply, the young woman curled her legs under her ass and turned over on her belly. She started crawling away, tears streaking her cheeks. The lusty throbbing of her hot pussy made her body shiver. No, no, it was all wrong! She shook her head from side to side, feeling tears of shame and frustration trickling down her chin. Julie had to get above the baser side of herself that said give up, turn over, and let the dog have his way.
Julie shook her head from side to side, brushing several stray strands of her blonde hair from her eyes. No, there had to be somewhere she could run, some place to get away from these men and what they were doing to her.
"OH!"
Shadow yipped and danced around her feet. She dragged herself forward on her belly, her cunt still exposed to the big animal. He moved between her legs, pushing part of his black muzzle into her pussy-slit.
"Unnnghhhhhh!"
Julie kicked back, hitting his head with her toes. She heard the animal growl and bark several times. Oh, was he going to bite off her toes? A thrill of terror shot through her body. And yet there was still the steady pulsing itch in her cunt. Her pussy-lips were red and hot and her clit seemed to be on fire. If only she could fight off that filthy desire taking over her body.
"Get over on your goddamned ass, honey," Bob jeered from the sidelines.
Burt moved over to the young woman, sliding one booted foot under her arm. Her jerked his leg up, flipping the young teenager over like a crepe.
"Spread 'em!" Burt growled, kicking her knees apart. Julie felt as if she'd been opened for surgery. Peering up at the three men crowding around, she also saw the big dog standing by Burt's side, his jaws slick with spittle and her cunt-juice. There was nothing she could do or say to stop this insanity. They were bound and determined to have their way with her.
"Sic 'er!"
Shadow dropped his head, creeping toward the quivering young woman. Julie let out a throaty series of groans, inching her head back, keeping her widened eyes fastened on the approaching animal. Her heart beat wildly while more sweat oozed from her pores. Yes, she wanted the animal! Oh, Jesus Christ in Heaven, how she wanted that dog now! It was a horrible thing to admit to herself, but it was true! What would her saintly mother say now about her daughter? A faint smile crossed Julie's lips as she felt Shadow's breath against her toes. She was a true daughter of Sodom now. Fucking with men was nothing compared to what was going to happen! "OHHHHH!"
Julie felt the last shred of pride fall from away as his tongue started lapping up and down her inner thighs. Dog drool dripped onto her belly as he licked up toward her tits, then back down to her opened snatch. Oh, God, his pink tongue was so hot! It was soft, and yet excitingly ticklish as well. The young woman wallowed on the cement basement floor. The dog's coat prickled her naked flesh. Julie actually hooked one leg up and stroked his back with her toes, feeling his wagging bushy tail tickling the sensitive spots of her soles.
"Oh, God!"
Julie parted her legs for his sharp black muzzle. The German shepherd growled low, his dark brown eyes rolling up, studying the groaning blonde. Julie felt herself spinning out of control. She gulped in breaths of air when she heard the dog growling a soft, smothered growl of lust. When she opened her eyes and looked down under Shadow's belly, she saw the dark red spear of his dick. It had slipped an inch or two from its dark gray furry sheath and glistened with pre-cum. Julie shuddered, her eyes riveted to the strange, knobby dog-cock. A strange series of images of dogs fucking in packs ran through her confused mind. "No, NO!"
No, she couldn't let this sort of thing happen and still call herself a woman! But then Shadow would touch her clit with his tongue and worm that oral organ into her pussy, and Julie would forget all about morality-and drink in the delicious sensation.
Now she was babbling with lust, her hands holding Shadow's head down so he could lap her cuntal-slit. Julie propped herself up on her elbows, watching the dog lick her pussy. His tongue rubbed her pussy-meat. The young woman shivered as she watched her clit forced down. Shadow wagged his powerful doggie hips and even more of his cock slithered out. The girl's cunt-hairs clung together in wet little curls along the edges of her cunt-lips. At times, the young woman swayed, feeling her tits roll together. Oh, it was wonderful!
"Oh, God, GODDDD!"
Julie moaned loudly, writhing against the floor. She was petting the big animal with one foot while he lapped and wet her cunt with his spit. Ohhh, it was dog spit, the worst thing that could be happening to her. And yet as she sat there, watching her thighs shiver under the constant oral attention of the animal, Julie couldn't care. It didn't matter that she was being mouth-fucked by a German shepherd. Ohhh, it was so soothing, so wonderful!
"She's gonna pop soon."
Hank was right. The young woman looked heavy-lidded at the three men. Their sweating bodies seemed to be floating in a mist. She heard Shadow growl. The young woman quivered, sinking back down to the floor. Ohhh, it was so wonderful to feel dominated, possessed by this wild animal between her legs! She loved the way he let his fangs nip along the puffed outer lips of her cunt. The sensation was devastating. It hurt her, hurt in a way that made the young woman cry out for more. She squeezed her eyes tight, hunching her pussy up, moving it from side to side, grinding her thighs to increase the friction. She pressed her cuntal mound up to give him more to eat. His teeth dug along the sensitive cunt-flesh. Julie opened her eyes wide and shivered. The grey hairs of his neck and upper chest bristled with the wildness overpowering both of them. Once more, the big dog growled deeply, tossing his head back and forth.
"Ohhh, damn, damn... " Julie felt herself spinning out of control, diving down like a jet that lost its wings. Her mind spun crazily around while brightly colored lights popped off in front of her eyes. She growled as loudly as the dog now, working her ass back and forth in frantic tight circles. Whimpering through her flared nostrils, the young woman clawed at Shadow's furry neck. She urged him on, stopping him when the biting made her wince in pain. She felt a little in danger. But yet that thought added spice to this already perverted act. Flames of lust licked along her inner thighs. The tender spots between her fingers and toes itched. She dug her feet against the dog's furred, muscled sides.
"Man, she's a hellcat!" Bob said, scratching his groin.
"She's gonna knock 'im off she keeps doin' that shit," Hank added.
"Yeah, well, she ain't seen nothin' yet. Man, we're gonna put that little slut through her paces," Burt said, obviously impressed with little Julie's performance.
"MMMMMMMM!"
Julie was growling through her clenched teeth. Her body was responding quickly to the sloppy friction of Shadow's tongue against her frothy pussy-slit. After a while, the German shepherd seemed to know when his biting became dangerous. He was holding her pussy-mound now between his jaws, shaking it back and forth as if it were a rag. Julie held her breath, moving her ass in a counter rhythm. Oh, God, she thought she was going to die from the sensations ripping through her aching snatch! Her hair splashed freely over her face, catching on her dampened cheeks and forehead. The big animal growled more deeply, pawing at her thighs as if he wanted more of the hot juice bubbling from her slit.
"Yes, yes, oh, God, yes," the girl whispered. Sweat trickled into her ears, burned into her eyes. Her heart beat so violently she thought it would tear through her rib cage.
Shadow's tongue had entered her like a cock. He was rolling it around, licking around the sensitive ring of cuntal muscles. Her cunt tried to grab at his tongue as if it were a man's dick. Julie cried out each time her cunt convulsed, making her wish she had something longer, something thicker inside her.
"UNNGH! UNNNNGHHHAHHHHH!" Julie worked her ass around in tight circles, plunging it up and down to increase the sensation of the big dog licking her swollen cuntal folds. He was concentrating on her clit now, raking his tongue over the small round head. She cried out, hugging his big head with her knees. Julie wanted to feel him licking her all over. She peeled her cunt open as far as she could. Shadow dug at her thighs again with both paws, burrowing his black snout into the seething mess of her sloppy cunt.
"Oh, no, I can't take it, oh, God in heaven, I can't... OHHHHHHH!"
Julie felt sparks shoot through her pussy. It was on fire. She was certain one of the bikers had ignited her cunt with a cigarette. She was coming fast. Oh, how she wanted him to slow down. The girl wished she could find the will and energy to pull her pussy away and make her orgasm last longer. But her will power was destroyed. She was up against a paradise of hot, spitty friction. The girl plunged crazily now, writhing and grunting from the wild tickle that built finally up to a sharp peak. It choked off her breathing as numbing spasms tore through her body. "AHHHHHHH!"
Even when she snapped her thighs closed to the dog, Shadow whined and nosed around her. His humping haunches made his cock shake down from his belly. Julie felt fear shoot through her even in the midst of her climax. No, she couldn't let him fuck her. The blonde teen sensed the animal was trying to find a way to slip his knobby cock into her pussy. No, no, as awful as she'd become, Julie couldn't let herself sink to that abysmal level.
And then, the girl felt hot streaks of something against her left leg. Dogs seemed to do it so fast. They didn't care about prolonging the sex act at all, it seemed. Shadow barked then went to sit in the corner and lick himself.
Julie collapsed exhausted on the floor. Feelings of guilt over what she'd just done started sweeping over her. In the room were the three men who had dragged her to this awful place.
"Here, baby, why don't you wipe yourself off. We don't like to have our women in dog jizz around here. Stinks up the place," Burt said, wrinkling up his nose.
Julie wiped off and threw the towel away in disgust. She was just like them. Her mother would be proud of her prediction. Yes, Julie would be a "whore of Babylon" worthy only of shame and revulsion from decent people.
"We're gonna change the pace around here for a while," Burt said, taking the towel away from the cringing girl. "You ain't done yet, baby. Come on."
Julie was dragged outside behind the small main house. Bob pulled out a long cracked garden hose, fooling with the nozzle while Hank stood by the spigot. When Burt nodded, he turned it on. Water spurted from the hose and splashed all over the screaming young woman.
"Gettin' turned on, honey?"
Julie felt the cold spray whip her tits. Her nipples hardened and turned a dark red under the stinging spray.
"It don't take much to turn this bitch on, does it?" Burt sneered as Bob played the wide spray of water up and down Julie's twisting body. They young woman slipped and fell backward, her ass splashing into the widening pool of mud behind her. She cried out, covering her face protectively with both hands while the stream of water pushed her farther and farther back.
"Man, come on, baby, try to stand up," Bob said, laughing as he directed the water on her tits. He moved it from side to side, forcing those pendulous boobs to lift from Julie's chest, then fall back down.
"OHHHHHH!"
Julie's face showed surprise and pain when the big man changed the direction of the water stream, directing it into her pussy. He ordered her to pull open her slit. Helpless, whimpering, Julie did as she was told. The impact of the icy water against her hot, velvety inner cuntal folds was shocking. The girl cried out, jerking her hands away from her pussy and falling back into the mud. Julie kept rolling over and over, assailed by the stinging water, feeling her body coated with slimy mud.
"Get the fuck up!" Burt ordered.
Julie heard his bark through the laughs and the roar of water. She gathered her feet under her ass and tried standing, falling backward several times into the mud. But each time, Bob directed the water at her slit, making her shiver and cry out. She tried snapping her knees together. But then Burt threatened her with a raised fist and the young woman reluctantly opened her cunt to the water once more.
"Ohhhh!"
Julie finally struggled to her feet, balancing herself as Bob played the water up and down her body, washing off the mud.
"Okay, that's good enough," Burt said.
Bob turned the water away from the girl. Julie pitched forward, then caught herself. She was soaked. Her wet hair hung limply on either side of her face. She wiped drops of water from her eyes, standing in the dirt, waiting for the next horror.
"Come on," Burt said, wading through the thick mud. He took her by one wrist and jerked her forward. Crying out, Julie stumbled forward, her feet tangling together several times as the big man dragged her back into the house. Around her feet Shadow barked noisily, his busy tail wagging back and forth as he wondered if Julie was to go down for him once more.
"Man, you had enough, get the fuck back," Hank growled, kicking the whimpering animal in the side. Burt pushed Julie down the stairs, following her closely. The young blonde felt strangely excited by all this. She was beginning to find herself every inch a slave. Burt could sense this, she knew. She saw the glint of recognition flicker in his cold, dark eyes. Yes, she loved feeling possessed like this, even if it meant pain, even if it meant horrible depravity and humiliation.
Julie grabbed the handrail on the stairs, hoisting herself up and steadying herself. Burt moved behind her. When she felt his big palm caress her bare asscheeks, she sucked in a deep breath. Ohhh, she shouldn't be feeling these tight, awful, hot sensations in her pussy! She should be screaming for help, clawing out his eyes, begging for death rather than submitting for one more instant to his horror. Instead, the young woman merely stood there like an obedient slave, waiting for her master's next command.
"You're really gonna dig this," he said, pulling her toward a pair of thongs dangling from the wall. He kept slapping her buttcheeks as he dragged her across the cement basement floor, making her ass dance and redden while Hank and Bob laughed behind her. Julie blushed, ashamed that her lust should be so publicly displayed.
Burt laughed his ugly laugh as he shoved her against the wall and tied her wrists with the leather thongs. Her tits and belly were flat against the wall. The sharp, scratchy cold of the cement blocks strangely excited her body.
"Man, you're gonna feel good after I take care of your fuckin' ass for you."
Julie groaned, twisting her head around and peering over one shoulder. She saw him move away and walk to where Hank and Bob were standing. There were various articles lying in a heap. Burt muttered, searching through them for something. Then he grunted with triumph, pulling out a long cat-o'-nine-tails from the pile. Her eyes widened. This was medieval! No, he couldn't actually be thinking about beating her with... that! Julie squealed, jerking her head back around and tilting it up. She stared at the ceiling as if it could open up and she would escape through it somehow.
"Oh, God, God in heaven!"
Julie heard him snapping the lash against the floor. The sharp crack made her jerk. She flinched, rubbing her tits and cunt over the scratchy cement block wall. Her toes banged against the bricks. Julie prayed silently, prayed she would pass out, even die, anything rather than endure the pain that was bound to follow this kind of beating.
"Get ready, honey," Burt sneered, snapping the cat-o'-nine-tails once more against the floor.
Julie flinched again. Her heart was beating so wildly! Fear and terror coursed through her veins. And yet her cunt itched! As she stood there bound to the wall by the leather thongs, she was thinking about having something sharp in her pussy that would ease the ache.
Burt swung the cat. Julie closed her eyes, hearing the torture instrument whistling through the air. She pressed herself closer to the wall, waiting for the stinging sensation of black leather as it chewed into her flesh.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"OH, GOD!"
Julie screamed, her body snapping from side to side. The lash sliced across her buttocks, making those tight, round white globes jiggle and turn red. Julie's feet jerked apart and she sagged in her bonds. Nothing could stop this madman from flaying the skin from her bones. She cried out again, hearing the whistling sound of the cat as it flew through the-air. For an instant, the young woman thought she was going to faint. Then the scalding touch of the leather lash brought her to.
"OH, GOD, STOP IT!" she cried tears streaking her face. Julie felt her ass was on fire. Her buttocks jiggled and danced as the whip turned them red. Her pussy rubbed against the cement bricks, the pain somehow exciting the hot tense sensation in her cunt. The lash came down on her shoulders. Julie snapped her head forward, hitting her nose so hard the girl thought she broke it. Strange sharp teeth cut into her nipples and snatch as the cat slashed again and again into her sensitive flesh.
"Like it baby, like it?"
Burt wiped the sweat from his face. His cock filled with blood and tented his Levi's while his balls tightened and pressed hard against his dick-root. Oh, how he wanted to drive his dick into the girl's pussy. He could smell it-hot, musky, tense, ready for a good thick dick reaming it out. The agony of a held-back orgasm raced through her crotch. Pussy-oil seeped out of her hole and trickled down her thighs.
"Ohhhhhh," Julie moaned, sagging down toward the floor. Her muscles ached. Her flesh burned. The beating grew more intense. The whip tore her ass. Julie wailed and beat her tits against the wall. Instinctively, she spread her legs. Her cunt-lips unstuck and pulled apart. Burt saw this and directed the whip to the upper part of her legs.
"Baby, you want more?" the big man said, dropping the cat to the floor and rubbing his shoulders. He had beaten her more severely than any woman he and his men had ever dragged down here. And still the blonde teen seemed eager for more. He wondered what kind of young animal he'd found.
"No, no," she moaned. Oh, she felt as if she'd been torn to shreds by that foul man. And still her pussy was hot, eager for action.
"Shit, she can't wait for it," Burt growled, reaching up and unlacing the thongs. Julie fell to the floor with a loud moan. Oh, God, was it over? Were they going to let her rest? Every inch of her body ached. She opened her eyes and saw Bob and Hank opening their Levi's and pushing them down, exposing their stiff, long dicks. No, there was more, something else foul she'd have to do before they let her sleep.
"Come on, honey. Let's get goin' before we turn you back to the fuckin' dogs."
"No, no, don't make me do it. Please, don't," she cried weakly as the men came up to her. She saw their cocks waving in front of her face. A wave of fatigue washed over her. She needed rest, sleep, some place away from these men where she could think about the horrors they had subjected her to."
"I been holdin' back, honey. But ain't gonna hold back no more," Bob said, aiming the tip of his rigid dick toward her mouth. Julie shrank back, covering her mouth with one hand. The smell from his unwashed crotch was almost overpowering.
"Hey, man, you ain't had a bath for days. Poor chick's about to throw up. Come on, baby, up on the feet," Hank said, slipping his hands under her arms. The two men sandwiched the poor girl between them, smoothing their hands over her helpless body while rubbing their cocks against her asscheeks and cuntal mound. Julie moaned, closing her eyes and leaning slightly back against Bob. She didn't care what they did to her anymore. All her fight and willpower evaporated. All she could think of now was her hot pussy. Her clit throbbed, ached for the touch of a dick. Now she was going to have two of them!
"Man, good, good cunt," Hank gasped, gripping her by the shoulders while bending his knees and shoving up. Julie clenched her teeth together, grinding them as she felt his cock-head slipping past her bloated outer cunt-lips. The girl felt her pussy-muscles clench shut, trapping the head just inside her snatch.
"Hey, baby, gonna fuck you good in the ass," Bob growled from behind, holding her tightly by the hips. Normally, Julie would have shrieked at that kind of announcement. Now, she pushed back against the hard muscles of the biker's body. She felt the broad shaft of his cock push deep into her ass crack. He was getting closer to her asshole. She'd heard about women taking dick in the ass to satisfy their husbands or boyfriends without worrying about getting knocked up. But having two cocks in her... well, that was something else!
Julie's pussy trembled and shuddered as she felt two long, hard thick dicks inching their way inside her. The hard shoving of the men's hairy groins pushed their cocks finally into her ass and cunt. Her tits were being mashed by the pressure from Hank's hairy chest. She could feel Bob's pot belly pressing against her back as his dick wormed its way past her tight asshole muscle. Julie shivered, jolts of white-hot pain shooting through her butt. The girl pitched forward, spearing her pussy onto Hank's dick with a squishy, wet sound.
"Noooo, don't, don't, you're tearing me apart!"
Julie kept squealing as she felt her fleshy asscheeks being pulled wider and wider apart.
"Shut the fuck up!" Bob hissed from behind her, biting her hard on the neck. Julie twisted her head away from him, letting out a sickening groan. "You want to fuck, baby. We can smell it! And man, you're gonna get fucked now."
"I can't take it!"
The men laughed, then concentrated on her cunt. The young woman kept screaming in panic, her feet leaving the floor several times as the fucking increased in intensity. Bob started working his ass in a slow, grinding motion. Juice lubed the head of his dick. Pre-cum ran out in thick, clear streams. As he ground his shaft deeper in between her asscheeks, his cock-juice lubed down her shitter. The throbbing end of his dick soon was slippery, ready to slide down into her waiting hole.
Julie cried out, bending forward slightly as Bob put one hand between her shoulder blades and shoved down. He was working his dick deeper and deeper, rubbing his balls against her buttocks.
"Nooooo, no, no, NO!" Julie cried as she felt his cock pushing harder against her asshole. In an instant, the girl felt her asshole muscle relax. In a flash, Bob's cock was shoved down all the way into her ass.
Julie thought she was going to pass out. She yelped loudly, falling hard against Hank's chest. Frantically, she hunched forward, trying to get away from the thick rod sticking up her ass. And yet the girl felt an odd heat burning her asshole and cunt. Having a dick up her ass actually increased the heat in her pussy. She groaned in pleasure when she felt her cunt shove down on Hank's sliding dick.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," Hank groaned as he felt her body hunch forward. His cock was clutched tightly by Julie's cuntal sheath. Eight throbbing inches of cock slid into her body. The big man in front of her twisted his ass around, moving his dick inside the tight-fitting lips of her pussy. His nuts pressed up close to his dick-root.
Bob kept pushing into Julie as she tried to hunch her ass away from him. His butt moved with hers, keeping his dick pressed against her sphincter. Jabbing against it with tight, fast hunches, he forced her wide open. Rocking back and forth, the big man started ass-fucking her, groaning with delight as he felt her asshole clamp down as hard as it could against his sliding cock. "Oh, oh, OH!"
As the two sweaty men started fucking her, Julie felt a thrill unlike any she'd ever felt. Two men were fucking her, fucking her at the same time! Two thick cocks were slipping deeper and deeper into her body.
"That's it, baby, relax," Bob whispered as he felt the tension drain from her body. Thick streams of pre-cum spewed from the head of his dick. "Good cunt," he panted in her ear as he shoved down harder.
"Ohhhhh!"
A cry of pleasure was ripped from Julie's throat as she felt one ear being sucked into his mouth. When his tongue lashed down deep into the canal, the girl shoved back with her ass. Yes, she was fucking back, enjoying what was happening to her.
"Fuck her, man, fuck her good!" Hank cried, grunting like a pig as he ground his thick-muscled hips up until his cock was stuck all the way to the hilt in her tight pussy. "Shove it up her ass! Man, stretch this baby wide open! We don't wanna have nothin' left over for the fuckin' dog. We just gonna give him scraps after we're through with this bitch.
"Yeah, man, pussy, fuck, ass, cunt, shove it!" Bob cried back as he rammed his cock deep into her ass. The young woman was being pitched back and forth, her body waving like a willow in the wind as the two men hammered home their slick, throbbing cocks.
"Oh, oh, OHHHHH!"
Julie silently begged them to hurry s she felt her ass and cunt threatening to rip apart.
"Man, fuck, FUUUUCK!"
Hank suddenly groaned as he felt his cum bubbling up thick and rich. Pressing in as tightly as he could, he threw one arm across Bob's shoulders and pulled them all together in a tighter vise.
"Get it on now, NOW!" he cried as his cock bucked and jerked in the tight hairy hole between Julie's legs.
Bob hunched furiously, shoving up against Julie's juggling ass. His mouth moved down onto her neck, biting down hard, nearly drawing blood. Drool oozed from the corners of the young blonde's mouth as she felt herself floating in a wild cloud of pre-orgasm. Spasms raced through her drenched pussy. She felt Hank's dick flattening the bumps and folds of her cuntal mouth. Her clit vibrated wildly like a struck tuning fork. Oh, she was ready for climax, ready to rip loose with one of the most wild orgasms she'd ever had!
"OHHHHHHHH!"
Julie felt her throat start to throb in time to her no ill clit and asshole. Her body was completely on fire, hunching back and forth out of control.
"NOW!" Bob warned as he felt his cum jetting up his thick cock-shaft. He grabbed Julie frantically, screaming as his nuts exploded. Blindly, he shoved his tongue into the girl's ear once more. Julie felt her feet leave the floor again as jets of white-hot jizz burned into her asshole and pussy. As Bob's cum shot up his stalk, jetting through his cock-head and spurting into the girl's body, he stabbed his tongue again and again into her ear canal. With each spurt, he jabbed his tongue deeper and deeper, working his groin against her jiggling ass.
As Julie felt his dick throb in the tight grip of her shitter, she felt the throbbing waves of her climax start deep in her pussy. Her cuntal walls shook, clutched, then collapsed on Hank's shooting dick. The throbbing grew stronger, harder, more violent until she knew she was going to pass out soon from the force of her orgasm.
"No, oh, good God, NO!"
Julie dug her nails into Hank's shoulders. He fucked his shooting dick in and out of her hole while she came again and again. The young woman pitched back and forth between the two sweaty male bodies. Cum-thick, rich, hot, white, sticky cum-was filling up her two holes, spilling out, trickling down her thighs and wetting down her ankles. Her wet hair thrashed against her face as her orgasm reached a fever pitch. "OHHHHHHH!"
Julie couldn't believe she was still coming, still climbing a sexual plane higher and higher. Her cunt jerked in rhythm to her twitching clit. Each time she throbbed, she felt the long cocks still spurting out cum. They were still hard, still working back and forth in her cunt and ass. Her ear was still being tongued as jets of spunk splashed into her body.
When it was over, Hank backed away, pulling his softening cock from her cunt. Julie shuddered, feeling her outer cunt-lips spread apart to let his wide-flanged cock-head slip away. Bob clung to the young women a little longer, caressing her small upper arms, then moving his hands down to her ass and kneading the soft resilient flesh.
"Okay, bitch, you had enough," Hank said, reaching over and pushing his buddy away.
"Hey, man, I was still feelin' shit in my cock," the biker complained, reeling back off-balance on his heels. Julie shuddered as his thick cock-head shot out of her asshole, making her feel as if her bowels were spilling out. The young woman stood shamed in front of the leering men. Bob was commenting on how clean she was-didn't leave any shit on his dick. Hank mentioned about how tight her pussy was in spite of all the fucking she'd been doing lately. Burt stood quietly by, his thick-muscled arms folded tightly across his chest. He studied the trembling teenager.
Now she stood, cum trickling down her thighs and ass. If only she had a gun or knife she'd stick it in Burt's laughing face!
"Let her rest. Man, she'd gotta do lots of shit before we take her back to her lifeguard boyfriend. We'll see how he welcomes her after he hears what she's done."
Bob guided her to another part of the basement. There he kicked together a makeshift bed of old rags, shoving Julie down hard onto the floor.
"Get some shut-eye. You're gonna need it."
Julie held one of the rags to her chin, trying to cover her naked body modestly while Bob stood in front of her leering at her cunt.
Finally, the big man turned away, joining his buddies. Julie sank exhausted to the floor, gathering up the dirty rags and covering her face with her hands. She had been into the lowest pit of hell, she thought as sleep slowly overcame her. She thought of Bob, of Hank, of Burt, all half-humans who would do anything to make her come. They enjoyed tearing her down from what they considered to be her pedestal and crushing her face into the dirt! Julie was only one of a number of victims. The young woman sobbed, fighting back the desire to cry herself to sleep. No, no, she couldn't do that. She couldn't afford that luxury. If they caught her doing that God only knows what kind of horror they would put her through.
Julie dreamed horrible, obscene nightmarish dreams when sleep finally came. She saw thousands of hard, throbbing cocks chasing her. And when they were ready to pounce on her, she saw Shadow and his friends, fangs bared, teeth ready to tear out her throat. And yet, strangely, the young blonde wasn't afraid. All the savage, horrible images floating through her unconscious mind made her sexually hot. She was so aroused that when she awoke she felt an itchy ache in her cunt, that same hot, tight feeling she got when someone was toying with her pussy.
"So, you're up," Burt said.
Julie had obviously been thrashing around. Her hair clung damply to her cheeks and chin. The men had been watching her twisting around, her cunt glowing red and puffy, and her thighs glistening with cunt-juice.
The head biker bent down and grabbed some of her hair, pulling it up hard until her eyelids fluttered. Julie jerked both hands up, curling her fingers and raking her nails across Burt's wrist. But instead of flinching, the big man only smiled, his thick lips parting and revealing a terrifying double row of white square teeth. She could hear his breathing increase as she clawed more frantically at his hands. His face twitched with excitement while a telltale bulge appeared behind his zipper.
"What we gonna do to you now, slut?" Burt snarled, jerking his hand up and tearing some of the hairs from her scalp.
"NO!" Julie cried in pain, her back stiffening. Tears welled up in her eyes as Burt stepped back and ordered her to stand up. He took hold of her hips when she stumbled forward, holding her steady with his left hand while pulling down a pair of chains suspended from the ceiling. Hank and Bob helped him untangle the manacles attached to the ends of the chains. Still holding her close, he opened the manacles and slipped them around her wrists, locking them tightly. As he snapped the manacles closed, Julie sank forward and pressed against him. For a second he thought she'd fainted. But the blonde teen was enjoying the sensation of his rough Levi's against her legs. Oh, she was such a whore, such a slut! What kind of monster had been unleashed in her?
"You... you want me, don't you?" she stammered, looking Burt in the eye. The big man narrowed his eyes, his smile turning into a sneer.
"None of your fuckin' business. Besides, you know the way I want you," he said in a thick voice, stepping back and shaking the chains.
Julie almost screamed as the chains rattled. The sound made her flesh crawl. Images of flayed bodies suffering unmentionable physical torture flashed through her mind.
Burt crossed over to the wall where a long chain was attached. He pulled on it slowly, watching as the manacles holding her wrists rose slowly toward the ceiling.
"OHHHHH!" Julie's arms rose high above her head. She felt the chain tightening, losing its slack, then finally lifting her body off the floor. Her arms ached as she rose steadily in the air. What now-more whips, irons? Julie bit her lower lip, feeling growing excitement and terror take over her confused mind.
CHAPTER NINE
Julie twisted slowly from side to side, her arms raised high over her head. The young blonde teenager felt she was a side of beef suspended from the ceiling of a meat house. Her arms ached. Several inches from her toes were pools of sweat, pussy-juice and cum glistening on the cold cement floor. Julie rested her head against her right arm, heaving a deep sigh and wondering what new horror Burt was planning for her.
"We'll see how much fuckin' spunk you got at the end of this."
The big man walked to a series of sagging wooden shelves and pulled off a small vial of yellowish fluid. Burt kept staring at the girl, his sneer becoming wider as he unscrewed the top and poured the fluid on one of the rags the girl had used earlier as a mattress. The odor of that liquid was somehow oddly familiar. It was a terrible smelling thing. And yet it was triggering something hot and wild deep in her cunt. What was it?
Burt screwed the cap back on the vial and shoved it in his shirt pocket. He unfastened the chain, lowering her closer to the floor. Julie could just barely touch the cement with her big toes.
"Time for a douche, baby."
He smeared the oily liquid all over her thighs, dipping the rag into her cunt and coating her folds and hollows with the foul-smelling stuff.
Julie made a face and shuddered. She felt her stomach turn over when she thought of that awful liquid being smeared into her cunt and lower belly. But yet there was a soothing quality to the fluid as well. It was warm and seemed to relax the tension that had built up in her pussy. She opened her eyes again and stared down at the big man who was still coating her body with the awful fluid. Burt smeared her lower belly just above the cunt-hair line with the drenched rag. Julie felt her pussy get hot and tight once more. The early sensation of relaxation had disappeared. The smell of her juicing cunt mixed with the stench of the fluid on the rag.
"Good, honey, I thought you'd come around," he sneered. "This oughtta make ol' Shadow really go nuts."
Julie felt her skin pucker up into gooseflesh. That's where she'd smelled that odor before! When dogs went into heat their urine was mixed with a strange chemical. Smelling it a male dog went wild, savage! Shadow was already well experienced with licking off women, it seemed. With this powerful odor reeking from her cunt the animal would go ape, tearing her to shreds if he didn't get his way! And "his way" might actually mean having to get fucked by him!
"NO!" Julie cried, her forehead wrinkling up with horror. She jerked her body about, drawing up her knees, trying to kick at Burt, Hank, Bob, anyone who came near her. But the men kept their distance, laughing at the blonde's helplessness, knowing that sooner or later she'd finally exhaust herself.
After some minutes of hysterical crying Julie quieted down. The rattling chains silenced and Burt resumed his task of smearing her cunt and belly with the damp rag.
"Open up!" Burt said, jerking her legs apart, exposing her tight, narrow hairy cuntal slit. He greased down the dark pink outer lips with the vile liquid, feeling her pussy oil seep freely from her hole. Several times the big man thought twice about giving her to the German shepherd. He was hot. His dick strained against his Levi's while his balls ached and throbbed with frustrated sexual tension. He could fuck her in the ass, even in the cunt if he didn't mind getting greased down with that doggie piss. But no, no, he'd had other plans for her. Burt wasn't about to go back on them.
Julie writhed and tightened her thighs once more when Burt moved his hand away. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm soft as a baby's kiss. But the biker jerked her legs apart once more, preventing the young woman from rubbing her pussy-walls together and bringing herself off.
Burt finished his awful job, then backed away and clapped his hands. In the near distance Julie heard Shadow bark in response. There was the soft padding sound of his paws over the concrete floor.
"NO, NO!" The thought of having her pussy fucked by a dog terrified and revolted her. And now... with this awful smelling bitch perfume? How would ;t end?
Julie held her breath as she watched Shadow enter the immediate area. His eyes rolled up and he stared at the hanging girl curiously. Then the scent of the bitch perfume caught his nose. As she tugged pitifully on her chains, Julie watched as the heavy-muscled dog dropped his jaw and sniffed at the pools of that fluid just below her toes. She watched as the skin around his eyes tightened and his short fur pelt bristled with excitement. His black snout quivered while his tail dropped and his cock started to inch out of his grey furry sheath.
Saliva dripped from Shadow's mouth as he followed the short trail right to Julie. He looked so huge, so powerful, so awfully evil now!
"GOD, NO, GOD, HELP ME!" Julie screamed, rolling her eyes. She could feel Shadow's furry flesh brush against her ankles. He was looking up, his face a mask of confusion. Growling, the German shepherd first glanced at Burt, then moved back to Julie. His cock was fully extended now, the dark red knobs and bumps visible to the moaning teenager. His long, thick dark pink tongue hung from his opened maw. The big animal sniffed at the space between her legs, then circled slowly behind her and sniffed the floor. He moved back in front of the cringing young woman, staring up at the terrified girl.
Julie flinched, trembling uncontrollably. Somehow this situation was different from the other time she and Shadow had met. There was a terrible edge about this, something hellish that made the blonde teen shriek with horror. Shadow was breathing harder now, his eyes glowing with a strange light. His growling became louder. Julie recognized the tone in it. he was excited, getting ready to mount her, to...
"OHHHHHH!"
Julie screamed, twisting her face away and closing her eyes as the big dog leaped. He put his paws on her thighs, burying his maw in her snatch. The young woman yelped, twisting her body as best she could. No, she couldn't let him get into her, not this way, not as excited as he was over the smell of her pussy. He'd rip out her cunt with his fangs!
But nothing she did could knock the big animal off her tortured body. His tongue lapped frantically at her snatch, coating her already drenched pussy-hairs with his spittle. The girl cried out, snapping her head from side to side as she felt his tongue drill into her tight little hole. Shadow only growled, his hind legs moving nervously back and forth on the floor as he fought for balance while lapping at the delicious tasting bitch liquid.
Julie's arms felt as if they were going to rip from their sockets. Sweat poured down her sides as the dog licked at her clit. At times, the young woman could feel his teeth scraping first one plump cuntlip, then the other. Oh, even now at the brink of horror Julie could feel some pleasure in this obscene rite.
"Nnnnnnngh!"
Julie heard his jaws snapping at her cuntal mound. But instead of terrifying her that sound made her cunt hotter, tighter, wetter. It was that old excitement of being dominated, of being dangled by a string over the pit of hell then drawn back again. It was that sensation that made the young woman hot, that drove her to any extreme to feel it wash over her mind, her soul. Julie felt a series of pre-orgasmic spasms ripple through her pussy. She swung forward against the animal, her hips quivering, her knees snapping together. She wanted more of the big German shepherd inside her. The young teen remembered how delicious he felt licking her off. Now she wanted him desperately, wanted to feel that wonderful tongue corkscrewing inside her tight little pussy. All the horror, all the fear about being torn to pieces was gone. She could see now Shadow wasn't going to hurt her. His excitement was more intense because of that awful smelling liquid. But now the odor was diffused, almost gone, he had licked it away. Now there was only the smell of her thick cunt-juice. "Mmmmmmmm!" Julie felt his fangs rake across her cunt-lips once more. When his tongue moved across her clit the young woman felt more spasms. Her cunt slackened, then clenched shut on nothing but air. Strange, wild vibrations coursed through her nerve endings. Julie tightened her thighs around the furry animal, stroking his sides with her ankles. Yes, oh, God, yes, he felt so wonderful!
"Now for the good part."
Slowly Burt lowered Julie to the floor. The young woman could have sworn she heard the cold dampness of the cement sizzle against her enflamed ass and cunt.
"Take off the manacles. She's hot enough. She ain't gonna do nothin' to get away," Burt said.
Hank and Bob did as they were told, watching as Shadow padded toward the hot young girl.
"A dog, oh, God, a dog... " Julie cried, rubbing her sore wrists together as the manacles were lifted away. She felt the hot seep of her cuntal juices, felt the hunger inside her. No, there could be no denying what she enjoyed doing now. Nothing could deny the fact that the young woman was encouraging the animal. And Julie realized for the first time that she'd done the same thing before. First had come the terror, the horror of being faced with a beast rape. And then, and then...
"OHHHHHH!"
The girl covered her face in shame. And yet the shame couldn't extinguish her hunger for the dog's touch. Julie reached out with one hand, then dropped it on her hips. She was breathing hard now. Her nipples had become thick, dark red nipples that wanted to be touched, sucked and played with. She felt inexorably drawn toward the wicked, perverted act. With a frustrated groan Julie inched her thighs apart.
"Oh, God, yes, yes, oh, my Christ, yes," Julie cried as she felt her defenses crumble. The young woman laughed, shaking her head back and forth. What defenses? They had gone to pot much earlier! When she and Jack had fucked and her mother had found them... then was when all her moral bastions had fallen to pieces. Nothing could have prevented her from becoming a sex machine.
Now the girl could admit to herself what she had become. She could feel the lust burning inside her, making her throat and chest tight and her mouth and lips dry. Her tits seemed to swell. Reaching up, Julie touched one of her nipples, rolling the tit-tip between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it until she felt her cunt spasm. Yes, yes, she wanted the animal, wanted to feel his tongue reaming out her pussy-throat until her thighs were dripping wet with juice!
"Good dog!"
Julie slipped her free hand under Shadow's chest, stroking his short fur. The sensation of his body on her hand made the girl pant. The big German shepherd sat down, his bushy tail wagging across the floor. He was watching her closely now, waiting for her next move. When the young girl nearly touched the bulge of his cock-sheath, she jerked her fingers back. No, no, she couldn't quite muster up the courage to touch him there... at least not yet!
Shadow whimpered, the whimper quickly turning into a growl. Moving to one side the big animal licked her arm. She watched his dick jerking and throbbing. Something glistening appeared at the end of his pointed cock. It was cum that he wanted to shoot in her cunt. She heard his growl turn loud, angry. He was becoming aroused again, wanting to mount her like a bitch.
"No, no," the girl whispered, inching away. She moved back until she felt the wall touch her back. Spreading her legs until she felt her cunt-lips unstick and peel back, Julie inched her knees up to her belly. Shadow barked, stood up, and quickly lunged for her exposed, dripping pussy.
"HHHHHHHRHHH!"
Julie was breathing harder now. There was an image of her mother's scolding face when she'd been caught with the lifeguard. Once more the girl laughed. If her mother could see her now...
"Ohhhhh!"
Julie loved the sensation of the big tongue now. She loved the way Shadow smoothed it between her crack until his spit dripped down over her pussy-curls. It was a sensation that made her body hot and shivery at the same time. She was going out of control now. Oh, she wanted to be a bitch, she wanted to feel the dog taking care of her just as if she were another animal.
"Oh, yes, here, here," Julie babbled. Moving around, the young woman flipped over, oblivious to the men now in front of her. She was crouched on her hands and knees, wagging her ass back and forth as if she had a tail. The weight of her huge tits pulled deliciously at her upper chest. She wobbled there on her hands, gasping in lungfuls of air when she could. At times, Julie held her breath when Shadow's tongue brushed an unusually sensitive spot. He was working lower on her thighs. She spread her thighs apart until she could feel her inner cunt-lips peel stickily back from the hot pussy-meat along her slit. Shadow pushed at her hungrily, raking his tongue under her cuntal mound and moving up.
"Ohhhh... ahhhhhh!" the girl cried. She parted her legs farther for his sharp muzzle. Shadow pushed into her pussy mouth with his black maw, snuffing and panting in the steamy cunt-flesh. Julie collapsed on her elbows, her forehead touching the cool cement floor. The big animal was growling a soft, smothered growl of lust. Turning around and looking heavy-lidded at the German shepherd, Julie could see his cock sticking out between his hindquarters, looking like a red spear. Julie shuddered. Could she actually go through with a dog-fucking? Could she actually let an animal mount her like that, fuck her as if she were a bitch?
The girl cried out once more as his tongue moved over her clit. Yes, yes, she could let him do that to her now! She could let anything happen to her now.
"Oh, hurry, oh God, yes!"
The sounds of the dog's tongue lathering her pussy echoed in her head. She gasped for more air, feeling her stiffened nipples moving across the floor. She curled her nails, breaking some of them against the concrete. Biting her lips, she waited for the big animal to make up his mind. A cock, a dog's cock moving in and out of her pussy... The thought brought a whimpery gasp from the girl. She felt the animal's nose jam into the seething pit of her cunt. Oh, God, it felt good to feel something filling her. What would happen next? Fucking, yes fucking! Julie needed something besides a tongue, besides fingers. "Oh, harder, harder!"
Shadow concentrated his licking once more on her clit. The dog growled and gouged roughly around the edges of her pussy. His small back humped as he ate her hungrily. Julie couldn't stand much more of this. When the animal licked at her ass she spread her knees far apart. Oh, God, yes, something, anything in her cunt!
Julie cried out. She felt paws scratching her asscheeks. He was testing her, pushing his muzzle into her slit, then backing away and placing his forepaws back on her ass once more. Julie's cries of surprise and fear quickly turned to moans of pleasure. He was going to mount her, get on top of her and try fucking her! The young woman felt her scalp crawl with horror. Oh, no, no, she couldn't! This would be the last chance she had to get the dog off. This time it was Julie who was making the decision, who was telling the dog what to do.
"Here, here!" she moaned, wiggling her ass once more. The dog obeyed, sliding on top of her. The young teenager slowly moved from side to side as she felt the full weight of the animal on her back. Claws scraped her skin painfully. But then the pain quickly turned to excitement as it had so many times before. What was she doing? Oh, God, what was happening as she tilted her ass up, thrusting out her cunt to make the animal's entry that much easier?
A wild thrill filled the girl's mind. Her long blonde hair hung down, curtaining her face. She waited there on hands and knees for the big dog to fuck her. Her rounded ass moved, dipped, incited the big animal to fuck. Something very, very hot brushed over her hairy crack. Yes, it had to be that long, knobby red cock Julie had spotted earlier! What could it feel like to get fucked by a dog? Would it be like getting fucked by a man? Julie doubted it. Those bumps promised added excitement, a new thrill for her.
"Fuck, fuck!"
Julie was babbling again, throwing her ass around to urge the dog on. Was it really happening? Was she really letting herself get fucked by a dog? Was Hank behind her? Jack? Burt? All the images of these men jumbled together in the girl's mind as she whimpered through her nose. A flash of fear, shame and excitement tore through her body. She could feel the tip of Shadow's prick slice into her cunt. Yes, it was a dog fucking her! No man was on top of her. She could feel the furry warm body pressing against her back, could feel his head nestled between her shoulder blades, could feel his scratchy paws scraping against her sides. Yes, it was a dog, an animal about ready to fuck her.
"OH, NO, NO!" Julie sobbed in confusion. Could she let a foul thing like this happen? Yes, yes, she could! She cried out again, feeling more of the dog's red cock slip into the mouth of her cunt. The bumps felt so exciting, so good as they scraped over her folds and hollows. She felt the animal's forelegs tighten around her body, felt his chest rise and fall mightily as he hunched down and drove more inches of his prong into her hole.
"OHHHHH!" the girl cried in a shivery moan. He was all the way inside! Julie could feel the short, scratchy hairs surrounding his fat dick-root touching her outer cunt-lips. He was inside her! She had really been fucked by a dog! Shadow held on as tightly as he could now, starting to pump his ass up and down. Julie clenched her teeth, feeling his dick piston in and out of her snatch. Soon, she would be feeling his spunk pouring into her hole!
CHAPTER TEN
Julie felt her body explode with lusty fire. Ohh, this was awfully good! The young woman moaned louder, pumping her ass up and down. Shadow was growling loudly, twisting his head up, trying to bite the woman on the shoulder. His cock slid in and out of her pussy, the bumps acting like the knobs on French ticklers. Her pussy-walls shivered, then collapsed on top of the fucking doggie cock, trying to grab hold of the exciting dick. Julie screamed, teetering on the brink of another mindless orgasm!
"OHHHHHHHHARHHHH!" The young woman felt Shadow's prick balloon out, pushing the walls of her cunt apart. Then something hot and wet spewed into her snatch. He was coming, shooting his spunk into her hole. She felt revolted, excited, terrified and shamed all at the same time. Shadow's paws scratched up and down her sides while his hind legs danced nervously behind her. Julie heard the big dog whimpering as he held his cock inside her. The girl groaned, moving her ass slowly from side to side. Her orgasm came harshly. Julie cried out several times, clawing at the cold hard floor. She remembered how quickly the animal had come earlier. She needed more time-more time to feel the wild throes of climax rip through her cunt.
But the animal had finished dumping his load of spunk and now was tired of her. Leaving Julie half-satisfied, he pulled back, trotting over to one corner and curling up near Hank.
Julie collapsed onto the floor, grinding her thighs together. She could feel the dog cum oozing over her clit, exciting that tiny organ as her cuntal folds rubbed against it. Yes, yes, she was still climaxing, still feeling incredible sensations ripple through her pussy. If only they would leave her alone! If only...
"Okay, baby, you had your fun. Man, this chick'll take anything on!"
They took her outside, throwing her on the ground and backing away. Julie felt the cold, icy spray from the garden hose wash her body once more. The harsh stream of water played on her tits, moved down to her pussy, and then massaged her hot cunt-lips. The girl groaned, rolled over on her belly, and felt the narrow stream of water blast into her shitter and her pussy-hole. Clods of dirt and mud sprayed into the air around the moaning blonde teenager. How much longer could this nightmare last? Julie's head rested in a pool of oozy mud. She moaned with disgust, pushing herself up. The girl felt her fingers sinking into the ooze. "Okay, baby."
Julie stood up, rocking from side to side. She brushed strands of wet hair from her eyes and peered with anguish at the three men. Burt still held the hose while Hank was at the spigot. It must have been well into the early morning hours. The moon had already set and, if she weren't mistaken, the eastern horizon was starting to lighten. Surely Marcia had notified the police. Surely there were people out looking for her!
"Over here, cunt."
Burt passed the spray of water over Julie once more, washing off the remaining mud on her chin and throat. The girl squealed, stumbling as the spray shot into her face, temporarily blinding her. She made her way carefully in the dark, stubbing her toe several times on half-buried rocks in the compound. Hank turned off the water and followed Bob and Burt. The big biker gave orders. While Julie stood hesitatingly at the edge of the darkened compound, Bob and Hank gathered loose pieces of wood and brush and threw them into a tall pile. Julie watched with mounting fear as Hank fished in his shirt pocket and pulled out a pack of matches. Lighting one, the threw it into the pile. The dried brush exploded into flame, making the young woman shrink back and cover her mouth with one hand. What were they planning to do, drag her into the fire and burn her like a witch?
"What...?" Julie started to ask, turning toward Burt. The flames illuminated his face strangely, making him look more hellish than before. The young woman was frozen with horror, feeling her flesh crawl with revulsion. Bob looped something around her neck. Reaching up, the young girl realized they were roping her again, this time slipping a noose around her throat!
"Over there, by the tree," Burt ordered.
Bob pulled the rope, forcing Julie to follow him. She grabbed onto the taut rope, gasping for air when the noose tightened around her windpipe.
"Please, don't. Oh, God, please don't burn me!" the young woman pleaded. Bob laughed, pulling the rope so hard she stumbled forward and fell onto her knees.
"That's it, honey, pray to your God. You're gonna need all the help you can get."
Julie felt them pull the rope so tightly she thought she'd die from lack of air. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes while her chest and throat burned. Then Burt slackened the noose. Regaining her senses, the young blonde teenager saw the men had tied one end of the rope around a nearby tree, having draped her body over a fallen log. Her legs were pressed against the rotted wood with her ass high up in the air. Behind her she could hear the crackling of the growing fire. The dark night air began to glow with an eerie red light. "Got the iron in?"
Iron! Oh, no, they were going to brand her! Julie screamed, tried pulling back from the log. But the noose tightened, choking the air from her body. The young woman cried out, clawing at the rope biting into her neck. Bob bent down and loosened it, warning her that the next time he wouldn't be so thoughtful.
"Please don't, oh, God, no, no," Julie wailed. Every square inch of her young body seemed vulnerable. She had been dragged through hell by these men, had been shown awful, terrible things about herself she could never deny. And now they were going to leave her with a horrible souvenir!
"You keep sayin' no, baby, and then you take us on like we was goin' outta style," Burt said, examining the iron Hank had brought to him. "Yeah, yeah, it's great," he murmured, handing the iron back to his buddy. All of them watched as Hank threw the iron into the fire. The flames cracked and hissed around the device as small pieces of burning brush flew into the air. The light seemed to sway, scattering sparks that threatened to ignite the countryside. Several times, Bob and Hank had to run out to the surrounding dry brush and stamp out small fires.
"It's ready," Burt said in a shaking voice. Yes, he was excited, waiting to see what kind of reaction she'd have when he touched her shivering flesh with that branding iron.
Hank moved back to the fire and took the iron from the flames. Burt examined the tip. It was dark red, the shaft closest to the handle was dull gray.
"Oh, no, no," Julie whimpered, trying to draw herself into a small ball. Were they going to touch her cunt with that thing and burn out her pussy?
"You don't like this, eh? I thought you'd be pantin' to have it shoved into your snatch," Burt said ironically, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. "You want it, don't you, baby. Maybe in the pussy. But you wouldn't mind havin' somethin' like this touch your fuckin' ass, eh?"
"Oh... oh, my God... no... don't . . " Her eyes grew wide and bugged out. She thought she was going to pass out. Julie watched with growing horror as Burt dropped the iron to her body.
"AGGHHHHH!" the young woman squealed, every nerve ending quivering with unspeakable pain. The hot iron glowed red between her thighs. Burt was careful not to touch any of the muscles.
The scalding heat singed her tender skin. He moved the iron up toward her pussy. Julie shrieked once more. Her blonde cunt-hairs shriveled, then smoldered down to her mound. The awful stink of burned hair, dried cum and burning flesh was nauseating. But yet the aroma aroused Burt even more. His hand shook. The others saw his cock get hard and press against the front of his Levi's.
And while his fingers shook, a thousand fires burned into Julie's twat. She cried out for him to stop. But nothing could have convinced the young biker to leave her alone. He enjoyed watching the heat bake into her convulsing hole.
"NOOOOOO!"
Even now, when Burt had taken the iron from her flesh and held it over her opened cunt-hole, Julie screamed. The inferno curled into her snatch, passing through her pussy like a cock. The heat of the iron touched her swollen clit, pinching it, making the young woman cry out with passion as well as with agony and fear.
"No... AIYYYEEEEE!"
As she screamed and begged for mercy, Julie could feel a strange orgasm erupt. It was a climax more of pain than of pleasure. And yet there was a strong amount of ecstasy in her cuntal spasms. Her juice spilled from her hole, wetting down the burned cuntal hairs, soothing her flesh as the heat from the branding iron slowly decreased.
"Man, I knew you'd love it," Burt spat out. His hand waved once more and the iron bobbed. "You love it, you little bitch. Man, you'd love it if we chopped your fuckin' head off!"
"Yes, yes, you bastards, yes!" Julie hissed between her teeth. For the first time, she admitted her perversion to these men. Why should she hide it from them? They could all see what kind of monster they'd turned her into. She was just like them... low, foul, wanting only wild pleasure at any cost.
Burt drew the iron back. The sudden withdrawal of heat stunned the young woman. Julie quivered, waiting for the glowing tip to return. The big man shoved the iron back into the flames and waited until the tip glowed red once more. Pulling it from the fire, Burt returned, dropping the glowing head to her other asscheek. Julie squealed, jerking her body from side to side as the red tip sizzled into her white butt-flesh. She could hear the hissing of her skin melting under the weapon, could smell the pungent aroma of her skin burning into the pattern of the branding iron.
"There," Burt said, pulling the iron away and tossing it into the dirt. "You're gonna remember us for a long, long time," he said, examining his handiwork.
"Ohhhhhh!" Julie moaned, tears flooding down her face. The pain was awful and so was the ache in her pussy. The young woman moved her ass back and forth, rubbing her itchy pussy over the rough wood. Burt caught the movement and bent his knees, reaching down into her injured pussy.
"Man, she's all wet in there... like a hot bitch's supposed to be."
Julie groaned, feeling Burt's forefingers reaming out her snatch.
"Fuck, gonna get rid of my load now," Burt growled, unzipping his Levi's and pushing them down to his ankles.
Julie felt his dick-head shove hard against her cunt-lips. He sliced into her quickly, the wet lips of her snatch cushioning his hard-driving upward thrust. She twisted her head, throwing her long blonde hair back and forth, feeling the strands tangle with the tree roots. A riot of emotions erupted in her body. She shook her branded ass, making the heavy muscles dance and jump.
"Fuck, she's good," Burt growled.
"Uh, uh, unnghh!" Julie cried, matching the young man's groans with her own. Fucking in this position, after the branding, drove her mind to wild heights. Yes, yes, she needed pain to help her achieve pleasure.
Oh, God, what had she become? Would this wild fucking spree be the last episode in this nightmare, or would it only be the beginning?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Fuck 'er hard, man, fuck her!" Hank shouted. His buddy Bob echoed his demands, the two of them having yanked their stiff cocks out and jacking off while Burt kept plugging Julie harder and faster with his prick.
Let them rape her... all of them, beat her, brand her, make her have sex with dogs! She deserved it. She would burn in the lowest pit of hell for all her sins!
"UHHHHHHH!"
Burt grabbed onto her hips, arching his back and tossing his head from side to side. His thighs trembled while his legs pressed hard against the backs of Julie's. He was blowing his wad, spewing his hot cum into her hole. She could feel the sticky white spunk fill her cunt and spatter into the depths of her pussy, then flow out and dribble down her thighs. Oh, God, she could take more, all of them. Yes, she pictured all three men on top of her, their hands caressing her body, their cocks filling every hole! The last shred of decency had long since been burned from her mind. She didn't care what they did to her. The only thing Julie asked was that she come and come and come.
Burt drew out, his eyes closed.
"Okay," he said to Bob, turning around and shoving his dick back into his pants. "Your turn."
"She still good?" the fat biker said, pushing his trousers down and kneeling behind Julie's writhing body.
"Feed her with your fuckin' dick and find out," Burt grunted, his growl turning into a cynical laugh as his buddy moved his dick-head over her cum-smeared pussy. Julie growled, wiggling her ass as a silent invitation for another fucking.
"OHHHHHH!"
She felt Bob's cock drill into her. He fucked her as if she were a helpless victim and his dick was a killing weapon. The young girl tried to imagine what was happening inside her. She tried to see this rape as if she were watching someone else getting fucked from a distance. Closing her eyes, Julie thought of how she must look roped and branded and draped over this log while a man crouched over her and drilled his cock into her. That image made her pant hard, made her back up into his hammering crotch as much as she could. "AHHHHHH!"
This time she came, came at the same time Bob did. She felt his cum shoot in, pushing out Burt's jizz. She was being flooded with the wonderful man-cream. Her pussy-walls collapsed once more, tugging at the shooting cock, trying to pull it in deeper.
"Okay, buddy, you get sloppy thirds," Bob said with a grunt, falling back and shaking the cum from the end of his softening prick. Hank walked over and peered down at the helpless young woman. More jizz dripped from her hole.
"You kiddin'? It'd be like fuckin' goddamned rotten hamburger!"
The others laughed. Julie cringed. She'd become nothing more than a piece of meat for them to play with. Oh, God, and now they were growing tired of her! What would they do, kill her and bury her somewhere in the desert?
"Maybe her asshole," Hank said, scratching his stubby chin and starting to pull down his pants. He was stopped by the cries of his friends.
"Man, we're on fire! We're on fuckin' fire!"
Julie felt the blood drain from her face when she heard Bob scream out those words. Jerking her hand up, she pushed herself up as much as the rope would allow and turned around. Flames jumped all around them! The fire had spread to the surrounding brush. Now they were almost completely enclosed, the flames jumping high into the early morning desert sky. "NOOOOOO!"
Julie clawed at the log, watching as the men desperately tried to stamp and beat out the encroaching flames. She could already feel the hellish heat increase. They would all burn alive. An appropriate end, she thought, for people doomed to damnation. Her mother's sour face appeared briefly in her mind as she watched the flames nearly engulf two of the bikers. Yes, she'd burn in hell... just as her mother had predicted. And first, she and the others would burn here... in the middle of the California desert, burn and not be discovered for days. "Man, it's gonna get us."
"Hey, untie the bitch!"
Julie felt hands nervously work at her rope. She jerked up, falling free from the log. Now she was able to escape from them. But where could she run? The flames were all around them. The crackling sounds of the flames grew almost deafening while a hot, dry wind created by the firestorm seared their flesh.
"OH, GOD, HELP ME!" Julie screamed, falling to her knees and praying. Suddenly, the young woman could hear sirens above the biker's shouts and the crackling of the flames. People! People from the outside were there. She could hear them shouting, could feel the ground rumble from the equipment drawing closer.
"Don't you say a fuckin' word about what happened, bitch, or I'll find you and I swear... " Burt threatened her with a raised fist. But he didn't have to say anything. Who would have believed that they had done this horrible thing to her? "We're gonna get the fuck outta here when we get a chance. Then you say anything you want... but if you name us or describe us... " Burt didn't have to say another word. As the rescuers beat down the flames, Julie felt the noose slipped off her throat. Soon, blankets were thrown around all of them and they were led to a nearby truck owned by a rancher. Thank God, the fire trucks and other vehicles were all privately owned by farmers and ranchers. The authorities would doubtlessly be here shortly. She saw Burt and his friends slipping into the night. Their van had been totally consumed by the flames. But they were at least getting away. Julie heaved a sigh of relief.
* * *
Julie sighed with relief, letting her belly relax against the heat of Jack's stiff cock. A slight bit of pre-cum dripped against her flesh. She slid her hand around his thick neck and down the opened front of his shirt. Julie loved that feeling of virility against her. She tried to touch his fat, hot cock with her fingers but their bellies were pressed too tightly against one another for that thrill.
"Man, we were worried sick about what happened to you," Jack said, backing down from the young woman's advances.
"Oh, God, fuck me," Julie cried, rocking her body back and forth. She didn't want to talk about the past. After Burt and his gang had disappeared, the young woman had been taken to the sheriff's office where she told her story... at least, the part of it she felt she could admit. Yes, she'd run away from that religious school to go back home-no mention of Jack there. She and her friend Marcia had been accosted by a biker gang. While Marcia managed to escape, she was taken to the desert where they taunted her and... oh, God, raped her several times. No mention of the dog nor her enjoyment over what had happened. Julie mentioned the branding, deciding that would be the limit of her admissions when she saw the officers smirking.
"What did your mother say?" Jack asked. Julie smiled, easing away from Jack. That was the one good thing about the episode. Her mother felt guilty about having thrust her daughter into this horrible situation. Praying to God, the old woman finally agreed to let Julie lead her own life. In the end, the young girl gave a vague description of the bikers so there could be no possibility of the authorities ever finding Burt and his friends.
"Nothing. Just nothing," Julie whispered, snaking her thin arms around his neck. She was back in Venice, back in the lifeguard station. Through the closed windows, she could hear the regular pounding of the high surf. She heard children shouting and laughing as they ran through the waves. Now she sank back into the small cot. Her cunt needed a hard, ramming dick, and Julie knew Jack was just the ticket.
His big hands pulled her upward. Julie felt his cock-head rubbing fresh life into her pussy. She felt the thick juices flowing from her snatch and wetting down his broad cock-head. Julie's pussy was already hot enough to open wide, then clench shut on thin air. Every squeezing motion of her pussy coaxed more juice from her twat.
Jack groaned, rolling his hips around, pushing his cock against the top of Julie's cunt-mound. The girl cried out with ecstasy, hearing the wooden supports of the cot groan with their movements. His fingers tightened on her small shoulders.
"Uhhhhhhhmmmmm!" Julie felt the big man's cock-head press right over her clit. She sighed, feeling an electric charge seep from her clit to her cunt. She rocked her ass from side to side, directing Jack's dick-head first against one cunt-lip, then the other. Julie grabbed Jack's face, pulling his head against her throat. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nibble sending flashes of lust up and down her spine. Julie shivered with pent up lust. It had been nearly two weeks since the episode with Burt and his friends. This had been the first time she was able to get away from her repentant mother and the inquisitive authorities.
"Baby, baby," Jack groaned, feeling the girl squirming under him. Julie needed his cock inside her. She needed to feel wanted, possessed, pinned to the cot by his fat cock.
And Jack was more than willing to oblige her. Centering his dick over her cunt-hole, he shoved down. With a low moan, Julie felt his cock-head spread her pussy-lips apart and slide in.
"OHHHHHH!"
Julie melted under his violent attack. Her tongue flicked into his mouth. He pumped his dick in and out, trenching out her pussy with wet, squishy sounds. The rising heat in her pussy made the young woman writhe crazily on the small cot. Julie forgot about her mother, Burt, the whole mess. All she could think about was that wonderful, fat hot dick scratching the maddening itch deep in her twat!
"Fuck, fuck . . fuck... " The young woman could hear herself crying out for more dick-meat. The roar of her pulse was almost deafening. She ground her clit against Jack's dick, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt. The steady beat of his cock-head nudging her clit drove her wild.
"MMMMMMM!!"
Her cunt was dripping juices, wetting down Jack's swinging, hanging balls. She was covered with sweat. Moving her tight little ass in circles, she felt his cock stirring her insides around. The mass of sexual tension in her belly swelled like a balloon. Julie dug her fingernails into Jack's broad shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest, her asscheeks flexed, relaxed, then flexed once more.
Jack dug his fingertips into her asscheeks. Julie felt all her nerve endings stand on end. The insides of her thighs burned while his cock slammed home.
"Now, now!" she panted.
Julie whipped her hips up and down as she felt the simmering heat boil in her cunt.
"Baby, gonna shoot!"
Julie got ready, feeling her belly bulging with cock. The girl grunted, ramming her cunt up and down on the rock-hard slab of dick-meat. Then the young blonde teenager exploded. She wept and struggled, her fists striking the lifeguard. The hard, heavy jolts of his cum blasted into her snatch. The girl screamed, digging the back of her head into the soft pillow. She was all cunt-wet, hot, and clenching with every fiber of her body. Julie milked the firing cock. When it was over, the young woman was sure she'd been fucked by the longest, fattest dick in the world!
"Man, I ain't had a fuck like that... since you left," Jack admitted, raising his head after several minutes had passed. He wiped his face with one hand, smoothing down Julie's hair with the other.
The young blonde looked up dreamily at the lifeguard. Could he ever understand about what had happened to her? She had mentioned the rape, even the branding. But all the other marks, the dog? No, no, she couldn't tell him or anyone else about what had happened and about the demon that had been aroused in her! Oh, God, would it rise once more, taking over her mind? Julie shuddered.
"Something wrong?"
"No, not as long as you're around," Julie whispered, kissing him hard. Jack responded, pulling away briefly and telling her he'd be around as long as she wanted him. As she felt his dick hardening and starting to fuck her once more, the young girl prayed to God, this lifeguard would be able to satisfy her needs. Maybe sometime in the future she could coax him into kinkier aspects of sex she'd been forced to participate in and finally enjoy.
"Fuck, baby, fuck it out!"
But right now she concentrated on Jack and his wonderful cock. Later, perhaps, they could try other things.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," the girl whispered, scissoring her long legs around the lifeguard's back and hunching her pussy up on his dick. Yes, later for the exotic.
