Now that horrible, twisted fantasy she had always had, was about to come true, and she sobbed in horror as she stared at the blazing eyes of the agitated animal.
"You've been playing miss rich bitch too long, baby," Sam laughed cruelly. "Now you're gonna get a taste of what it's like to be one of us working folk!"
"Ohh, dear Jesus, no," Suzanne groaned, pulling wildly against the thick strand of rope that held her to the floor. Her wrists ached dully as she twisted them, but she could not get them free.
"Come on. Max, her pussy's just dying for your big, hard prick," laughed the owner of the ranch. "This cunt's been asking for it, for a long time!"
He pulled Suzanne's head back by the hair and showed her the whip he carried in his free hand. "You can take a beating first, bitch," he snarled. "But either way, you're gonna give Max the lovin' he needs!"
Moaning in helpless despair, Suzanne rose up on her hands and knees, realizing that she could not escape her fate. She heard the excited yelping of the big German shepherd as it mounted her, felt its hot, steaming breath on her naked shoulders, the the thick, pounding hardness of its shaft slapping against her moist, trembling inner thighs.
"Give it to her, Max," laughed Sam, pushing the dog's shuddering hind quarters forward. "Give her every inch!"
Barking and jerking as if on command, the huge shepherd thrust forward, driving its long, gnarled prick suddenly into the defenseless young girl's pussy.
CHAPTER ONE
The dry, caked plain of the desert stretched out before them, and the four people standing beneath the sun, were sweating fiercely, although the hour was quite early.
Their plane had landed just a little after seven a.m. and Mrs. Kennedy, always prompt and direct in all matters, had rented their car and driven out to the ranch, well before the eight-thirty arrival time for the other guests.
Sam Farrel's hangover was pounding like a jack hammer in his skull, and the raw, thick wad of flesh that was his tongue felt dusty in his mouth. He had to squint against the glare of the sun off the sand, and wanted more than anything else, to go back to bed.
Beside him, his wife, Lydia, did the work of saying hello to their guests, putting a smile on her face that just moments before had been twisted with savage anger at her husband.
He could do no more than look grim, thankful that being the owner of a western dude ranch allowed him to act in such a manner. It went with the image of a real, tough cowboy, he thought, though he was, in fact, a transplanted lifeguard from L.A., who had finally learned, at thirty-eight, that he wasn't going to make it in the movies.
He stared at the tall, lean figure of Marion Kennedy and from her slightly red face, he could tell she was still hitting the bottle, as she had been doing all last year when they stayed at the ranch.
It was the daughter that interested Sam, a lot more. Suzanne was a small, compact little package, wearing a frilly white blouse and a skirt to match, that came just above her dimpled knees. The blouse was fluffy, disguising what he remembered to be a pair of sweet, round tits that bulged delightfully against the bikini she had worn, often, the year before.
Her coal black hair was fluffed around her shoulders, a bit more styled than last year, and her mouth was more sensual than he remembered. She had obviously put on a little weight since then, but all in the right places. Clearly, she wasn't the skinny, gawky kid he remembered.
He wondered, idly, if she still had a crush on him. She followed him around like a puppy dog, as he remembered, much to the distaste of his wife, and it took a powerful lot of drinking and busy work to keep from slipping out behind the barn with her.
This year, however, she appeared to carry herself with more refinement and dignity. Obviously the effect of having attended that fancy, private college this past year. She wasn't an eager kid anymore, but a rich, college bitch, now, he thought, grimly.
"Mister Farrel, we have looked forward to this visit for a year," Marion Kennedy said, extending a white-gloved hand to him. "I am sure we shall enjoy our stay even more than the last."
He shook her hand firmly, feeling the slight pressure of her fingers clutching his. He moaned, inwardly, for it appeared that the old bitch had more interest in him than retaining his services as a guide and host on the ranch. Horny old bags, he didn't need.
He turned his attention, again to the girl beside her mother, and thrust out his hand to her. Suzanne Kennedy took his big, gnarled paw in her own, delicate hand and barely held it at all, as they shook.
"How are you, Mister Parrel?" she asked politely. The smile on her face was clearly forced, and her tone of voice was markedly superior.
"Fine. Miss, and yourself?" Sam replied, the anger at her snotty attitude building suddenly inside of him. With his headache, he didn't need any smart little cunt acting haughty with him.
"Well, thank you," Suzanne replied. "I've had a difficult year, I hope to relax a bit this summer."
"They work you pretty hard at that college, huh?" Sam chuckled, inwardly raging at the very idea that some rich little college bitch would ever consider what she did working hard.
"It is a very competitive environment," Suzanne nodded. "They accept only the highest standards of excellence."
"Well, I know you two are just gonna have the nicest time, this year," Lydia Farrel bubbled. She was a rough-looking woman, one born and bred in the western style, her face etched with the lines of years of hard work. "Sam can show you to your cabins, while I fix us a bit of brunch!"
"That would be marvelous, Mrs. Parrel," Marion Kennedy replied. She smiled at the woman, then slipped her arm through Sam Farrel's and nodded. "Shall you give us the good news, Mister Farrel?" she said, cheerfully.
Grunting, Sam led the woman off in the direction of the cabins a few hundred yards from the main house. They were placed in a semi-circle around a large, man-made pond, and a sharp contrast to the dry, scorched plain that surrounded the rest of the ranch.
Suzanne Kennedy trailed behind her mother and the big, muscular man, shaking her head, sourly. With bitter amusement, she retlected on how blatantly her mother was showing her interest in Sam Farrel.
She remembered how the man's hands always seemed to find her body last year, though she was well aware of the fact that she had not discouraged him to any great extent. She had a crush on him. that was true enough, and a part of it had been her fault, but he was also in the wrong, for he had done little to turn her obvious infatuation aside. In fact, he came near to taking it very seriously a number of times.
This year would be different, however, she felt. This year, she would not be trailing after him like some school girl. Now she found him to be highly unromantic indeed. If anything, he was a rather crude and stupid man, to her way of thinking.
He seemed to think he was God's gift to women, and she pitied his poor wife for what she must go through with the man. Despite the heavy dose of shaving lotion he'd put on, she could smell the whiskey on his breath, and from his eyes, she knew he was burdened with a bad hangover.
She smiled bitterly. She could tell all that, from years of nursing her mother's quiet, dignified, but still savage bouts with the bottle. Her mother went up and down with liquor, lately she was down, and she hoped it would stay that way.
Ever since her father died seven years before, Marion Kennedy had been drinking hard. Suzanne felt sorry for her mother, but could not excuse her actions. She saw her mother's drinking as a weakness, and no amount of explanation could change that for Suzanne. She was quite happy to have finally escaped the house for college, where she did not have to live with the horrible shame of her mother's addiction to drink.
Suzanne was not the same girl she had been a year before. She had grown into young womanhood, and in the space of one short year, felt herself to be much more refined than ever before. She had given up a silly, school-girl romance with Jeft Aust, and was now looking to restrict her involvement to boys of her own class and culture.
She smiled wistfully at the memory of Jeff Aust. He was a middle-class boy whom she had met at ax party in her senior year in high school. He was quite the dreamer, wanted to be a writer, of all things, and she fell madly in love with him.
They were fiercely devoted to each other for the whole school year, though her mother disapproved of him, of course. But with the coming of summer, and his being forced to go to work to earn the money for his own college tuition, she had come to realize that they were quite different in all degrees.
Spending half the summer at the ranch, away from Jeff, she had concluded that any involvement with him would surly be doomed, and to her mind, the romance was almost completely over, by the time the first semester began at Wells College.
She tried to let him down easily, but became impatient with his insistence and continual passion for her. Having had the crush on Sam Farrel for a couple of weeks convinced her that allowing herself to follow her heart was foolhardy, she finally broke off all contact with Jeff over the Christmas break.
He still wrote her, but she now found him insipid and childish. He would have to do a lot of growing up to her mind, before he could ever approach the adult manner of carrying oneself that she prided herself as having.
She had dated many men during the school term, and finally lost her virginity to one of them during the spring break. It had been a dismal affair, that in more ways than one, was disturbing. His name was Frank Lawton and he was a junior at Alfred. Not quite in her social class, but a young man on his way up, from a fairly well-to-do family. Her mother probably would not have approved of him, but the rest of her classmates at Wells considered him to be worthy of attention, so she had dated him on that bit of approval.
Frank was considered to be rather daring, even in these modern days. He not only smoked marijuana, but also took other drugs, and his large, rambling house that he rented with three other students, was considered to be a place of wild parties.
She found him exciting, in a cultured fashion, and felt secure enough with him, to try a number of the stimulants he offered her. It was on a rainy, dull evening that she first tried the marijuana and had sex with him at last.
Wisely, she saw now, Frank had not pressured her to sleep with him. They petted heavily, and she allowed him to finger and touch her pussy on the second date, but refused to go any further until that evening.
He had a group of the kids over to watch some porno movies he'd purchased, and after countless numbers of joints, the twenty or so young people were quite stoned, giggling, as they kissed and fondled each other, at the action on the screen.
Suzanne would have been mortified had she not been so high, or had she not been in the company of some of the more respected members of the student body. She glanced only absently at the action on the screen, allowing Frank to fondle her breasts and run his hand over her thighs as she carefully kneaded the bulge in his trousers.
It wasn't until he put on the film of the woman and the dog that she began to find herself stimulated by what she was watching. It was a very high quality film, clear and well done. The woman was attractive and the dog was an Irish setter much like Suzanne's own dog, Brantly.
As she leaned back against the pillows on the floor, Frank having now pushed her skirt up over her hips and slipped his hand into her panties, she watched, with fascination, as the woman in the film kneaded the thick, long shaft of the dog she was stimulating.
Suzanne could feel Frank's fingers roaming back and forth over her pubic mound, expertly slithering his digits through the soft, silken thatch of hair that covered her delicate hillock. She shivered as the fingers rode over her clit, making it quiver with excitement, sending warm, rippling waves of liquid pleasure racing through her loins.
Frank's mouth was at her shoulders, his lips kissing her neck hungrily, and his hand had unbuttoned her blouse, to get at her bra-cupped breasts within. She moaned again as he pushed the halter away from her small, attractive boobs, clasping his fingers greedily around her soft, luscious globe.
His finger rode back and forth along the cleft to her cunt petals and Suzanne shivered as she watched the woman on the screen moving her hand back and forth along the dog's now thick, and throbbing organ. The woman bent her head down and under the setter's belly and Suzanne gasped in horror and fascination as she watched the woman take the dog's cock into her mouth.
"Ahh, baby, you're so hot and wet," chuckled Frank Lawton, his fingers slithering frantically back and forth along Suzanne's now swollen cunt lips. "Jesus, do it harder, baby, squeeze my prick a little harder, yeah!"
Suzanne could not tear her eyes off the screen as she quickly unzipped Frank's trousers, almost as if she were in a trance, and moved her delicate fingers along the length of his throbbing tool.
She watched the woman on the screen moving her full, succulent lips back and forth on the animal's prick, sucking and lathering it with her tongue, and Suzanne felt a powerful throbbing in her own loins, then.
She rode her soft, warm palm up and down on Frank's cock, squeezing and kneading the burning weapon, as he began to probe her damp, warm pussy with two of his long, slender fingers. She felt the insistent digits entering her, and she sobbed in delight, squeezing the cock in her hand, even harder.
"Umm, yes, Frank, ahh," she moaned, shivering as the pleasure increased in her cunt. "That's so nice, Frank, so nice!"
But her eyes were fastened on the screen now, as the woman in the film pulled her mouth from the dog's prick and turned her body around, guiding the animal by its pounding meat, toward her wide-spread thighs. The woman in the film lay on her back, on the floor, thrusting her cunt upward, and pulled the dog's cock to her awaiting pussy, eagerly.
Suzanne began to pump her hand frantically up and down on Frank's cock, then, twisting and turning her sculptured fingers at his meat, as she watched the animal's huge, pulsating organ slip into the woman's cunt.
Suanne's loins were on fire now, and her cunt throbbed almost painfully as Frank rode his fingers in and out of her damp, trembling pit. She watched the dog fucking the woman on the screen, its huge shaft sliding in and out of her pussy in perfect view of the camera, and she almost found herself imagining it was her, the animal was fucking so violently.
Meanwhile, Frank's cock was pounding with excitement, a thick, hard spear in her hand now, throbbing so savagely that she could barely keep hold of it. His mouth was clasped to her breasts, then, kissing and nibbling at them hungrily, while he drove his own fingers into her, relentlessly.
On the screen, the woman was writhing in ecstasy, thrusting her pussy up to meet the dog's plunging shaft. She bucked and shuddered as the animal rammed his cock into her cunt, and Suzanne could see clearly, that it was not an act she was putting on. The woman obviously was enjoying her perverted act, for her thighs kept opening and closing against the bucking animal's hind quarters, and her fists were bunched into tight knots of passion.
Frank's fingers drove into her cunt wildly, now, twisting and turning, each time slamming violently into the thin membrane of flesh that was her virginity. She powered her own hand back and forth along his cock, squeezing and kneading the quaking weapon as hard as she could, finding herself thrilled by the way it pounded so harshly in her small, delicate fist.
Frank's mouth clasped over one of her pert, tiny nipples and he lashed at the sweet nugget hungrily with his tongue. He caught it between his teeth and rolled it back and forth, making Suzanne shudder with the fiercest ecstasy she had ever felt in her life. She was well aware that the marijuana was having an effect on her, heightening all of her senses, but she could not deny the pleasure she was feeling, nor the awesome and demanding desire she had to experience more.
She rocked from left to right, groaning and sobbing, now, driving her hand against his cock even more powerfully. She pinched the huge, thick head of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger, and gazed intently at the screen, where the dog's cock continued to slam savagely into the woman's cunt.
Frank's fingers were being kneaded and massaged by Suzanne's cunt muscles, now, and though he could not tell why she was so turned on at this point, he wanted' to make full use of it.
"Come on, baby, let's go to my room," he whispered hungrily, sucking on her nipple and twisting his fingers in her cunt. "We can really take care of ourselves, there, honey! Come on with me, now!"
"In a minute, please," Suzanne moaned, squeezing his prick even harder in her soft, warm palm. "Just a couple of minutes more!"
He groaned, frustrated, but willing to wait a little longer. He lathered her tits with his tongue and steadily rode his fingers in and out of her damp, trembling cunt tunnel, groaning as she methodically pumped her hand back and forth along his hard, tortured meat.
The animal on the screen had reached thepoint of orgasm and Suzanne gasped in shock and fascination, as she watched the woman take the dog's cock into her mouth for the climax it had. Hot come spilled from the creature's throbbing shaft, running over her smiling lips, and Suzanne shook her head in wonder as the woman eagerly licked and swallowed the bursting fluid.
As the screen went dark with the end of the film, she felt Frank pulling her to her feet and dragging her down the hall toward his room. She went with him as if in a trance, and lay down on his bed, unresisting, as he quickly pulled her panties from her smooth, shapely legs.
"Ahh, Jesus, baby, do I need this so bad," Frank groaned, slithering out of his trousers and joining her on the bed. "Man, this is gonna be so good, Suzy, so fucking good, yeah!"
He crushed his mouth over hers and began to kiss her wildly, his fingers at her breasts and loins once again. She bucked in a spasm of delight as she felt the seeking prongs slithering into her cunt once more, and his equally pleasing Fingers gripping one of her breasts so hungrily.
As he kissed her passionately, lashing at her pink, moist tongue with his own, Suzanne shut her eyes and found her imagination filling with a picture of her own pet setter. Brantly, and herself.
She felt Frank's fingers slithering back and forth along her narrow, hot passage, twisting and turning against her cunt walls, frantically. She moaned, as she imagined Brantly coming toward her, his cock growing thicker and thicker as she reached out to caress it.
At the same time, she took hold of Frank's still thick and throbbing weapon and gave it a hard squeeze, in her mind, seeing herself doing the same thing to "her dog's prick. Frank groaned and shuddered, jerking wildly as she rode her hand back and forth along his tool.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her wildly, then, twisting and turning them inside of her, eagerly preparing her cunt for his long, thick shaft. He moaned, his mouth kissing hers savagely, then, his body inching over the tops of her smooth, quivering thighs.
Suzanne could not think of anything at that moment, but the mental image she had of Brantly jumping around excitedly beside her. In her mind, she was guiding her dog's prick to her pussy, not Frank's and she moaned as she eagerly spread her legs apart, pulling on the shaft excitedly.
"Ahh, yeah, sure. Baby," Frank groaned, settling down between her slippery, warm inner thighs. "Sure, I'm coming in, don't you worry. Suzy. I'm coming in, now!"
In her mind, Suzanne pulled on Brantly's pounding cock, wildly now, aching to feel it powering inside of her. She gasped as she felt the cock she held in her hand slithering against her cunt lips, and she moaned as Frank pushed her lovely, supple limbs as far apart as possible.
The young man was beside himself with passion now, almost as much as her pet appeared to be in her mind. He pushed the hot, pounding head of his cock against her cunt petals, and Suzanne imagined her dog doing the same thing, as the young man drove into her then.
"Ohh, yes, Brantly, yes," she whispered softly, as Frank slithered his tool into the wet, tight passage of her virginal chamber. "Umm, harder, darling, ohhh, more, give me more, Brantly!"
Frank could barely hear her. and in any case, she was not trying to stop him, so he ignored her tortured voice and shoved his manhood deeper into the warm, quaking pit. He groaned and shuddered as he felt his prick pressing against her virginal wall, the thin, delicate membrane unyielding under his insistent attack.
"Got to bust you, baby," he grunted, rocking his shaft back and forth as he pulled back along the trembling passage once more. "I'll try and do it fast!"
Suzanne barely understood him, however, so vivid was the dream she was having. She could feel the hard, throbbing weapon quaking against her taut, inner walls, the heat of the tool searing her flesh delightfully. In her mind. Brantly's long, pulsating meat was inside of her, and she could almost feel his shaggy coat as she caressed Frank's back and shoulders.
"Umm, good Brantly, good," she cooed as the young man readied himself for the assault on her maidenhead. "Yes, do it, now. Brantly dearest, do it now!"
Frank moaned, feeling her pussy muscles kneading his burning tool, powerfully, squeezing and urging him on. His mind was roaring with the pleasure he felt and his whole body was quaking with the greedy lust that consumed him now.
He took a deep breath, thrusting forward violently then, slamming his hot, pounding weapon hard against the tiny wall of flesh that kept him from the pit of herdelightful cave. The delicate membrane held for a brief instant, and the pain roared through Suzanne uncontrollably.
She screamed with shock, her fantasy almost fading under the impact of Frank's powerful assault on her virginity. But his cock burst through her wall and slammed into her cunt, savagely, then, and she could feel in her mind and flesh, her dog's prick burying itself in her quivering tunnel.
Frank slipped his hands beneath her soft, spongy buttocks and began to rock his prick in and out of her wildly. He had little art to his fucking, it was all violent and erratic, but Suzanne was so deep into her mental image by that time, that she hardly cared what he was doing, the pleasure was so vivid and real.
"Harder, Brantly, harder," she moaned, tossing her attractive head from side to side. "Umm, give it to me, my lovely pet, give it to me, good!"
"You bet, baby," laughed Frank Lawton in a trembling, thick voice. "Ahh, Jesus, I'm gonna give it to you, Suzy, you bet I will!"
Again and again he slammed his manhood into her virginal chamber. The girl clasped her thighs against his hips, imagining them to be the dog's hind quarters and thrust herself up to meet the plunging tool.
Breathlessly she squirmed and quaked beneath the young man, sobbing as she felt a climax building steadily in her taut, moist tunnel. Her pussy walls were throbbing around his driving prong, and her mind was filled with the picture of her setter, thrusting back and forth inside of her in a primal frenzy.
Frank moaned and squeezed her buttocks harshly in his fingers. He dug them deep into her fleshy half moons, grinding his belly hard against her own. He could feel her pussy muscles flexing around his shaft, greedily, and the aching intensity of his passion was bringing his need to a moment of feverish explosion in his loins.
Harder and faster he drove into the girl's cunt, now. He didn't care about anything then, but the pure, blinding wanting that was consuming him. He could feel her pussy drawing tight around his cock, signaling her approaching climax, and he laughed, wildly, burying his meat to the hilt inside of her again.
Suzanne shivered and rocked, the wild, spreading waves of delight washing over her flesh, savagely. Never, in all the times she had masturbated or had been fingered to climax by a boy had she felt this good. The orgasm seemed to consume her at that point and when it began to rumble powerfully in her loins, she jerked and shuddered with uncontrollable fury beneath the thrusting youth.
"Ohh, God, I'm going to come," she moaned, bucking her pussy hard against the plunging meat, her eyes shut tight in ecstasy. "Yes. Brantly, I'm going to come, ohh, come so good my precious pet!"
The orgasm seared her inner flesh and she could see, vividly in her mind, the huge, pink cock of her dog sliding in and out of her cunt viciously. She twisted and turned as the fierce climax roared through her, and her come swirled around the plunging cock that had brought her to this moment of bliss.
Frank felt her fluid washing over his prick and her muscles squeezing him so savagely. He picked up the speed and pace of his attack, now, slamming his cock into her with more violence and force than ever before.
His shaft pounded fiercely and his balls churned with boiling come as he rammed into her. He could hardly breathe and he shuddered in a jerking, involuntary fashion as the hot. harsh climax ripped loose from his throbbing groin.
Spurts of steaming come began to burst from his tool and in her mind, Suzanne could see her dog jerking inside of her. She imagined that it was his come filling her pussy then, and she screamed in satisfaction as she felt the boiling liquid splashing against her inner walls. "Ahh, Jesus, that's good, so fucking good, Suzy," moaned Frank, bucking and thrashing against the sobbing young girl. "Yeah, I'm getting off, baby, getting off right now!"
The two of them thrashed and tumbled on the bed for several more moments, their violent spasms and tremors racing through them savagely. Suzanne moaned and shuddered, feeling Frank's prick spurting continually inside of her, but in her fantasy, it was the dog that was emptying its need in her throbbing pit.
When their tremors of release finally subsided, Frank rolled away from her, and it was at that point, that she suddenly realized what had happened, and more importantly how she had been dealing with it.
As reality crept back into her mind, and her cunt still tingled with the climax and sensation of Frank's cock throbbing inside of her, Suzanne felt a mixture of horror and shame coming over her.
She quickly dressed and left the apartment, feeling so ill that she had to sit motionless in her car for several moments in an effort to keep from vomiting. It was bad enough to have given her virginity to someone she was clearly not going to link up with in life, but to have dreamed about being taken by her Irish setter was even more disgusting and horrible to her.
She avoided Frank Lawton for the rest of the term, and would not allow herself to remember the incident at all after that. But now, walking slowly behind Sam Farrel and her mother, being at last on the ranch again, the memory of what had happened came back to her in a frightening rush.
She vowed to have nothing to do with the man, for he frightened her in some way that she could not explain. There was a brooding danger about the man, that she did not want to encounter if she could possibly avoid it.
She was there to relax and gain strength for the following term. She had decided to spend her time riding and reading, staying away from all men and boys as much as she could. She wanted no involvement with men at all this summer, and certainly not a rather beastly person like Frank Farrel.
Whatever else happened over the summer, she thought, she would not be doing any screwing, to use a rather vulgar term, and certainly not any day dreaming. She could handle her own sexual needs, she thought. And certainly handle them without the disturbing influence of strange and rather frightening fantasies.
She sighed as she watched her mother leaning into the tall, lean and muscular middle-aged man. Grimly, she found herself half-hoping he would make a play for her mother. It would at least keep him from bothering her.
For Suzanne Kennedy, the summer offered the boredom she felt she required. All she wanted was a nice, peaceful time to rest and prepare for the coming school year. Excitement, sexual or otherwise was just the thing she wanted to avoid. That should not be too difficult, she reasoned. After all, she was a young lady of breeding and discipline now, not given to flights of girlish fancy. At least, she hoped she was.
CHAPTER TWO
Sam Farrel's hangover disappeared with the end of the day, but his anger did not. He could tell already, that the Kennedy bitches were going to be a problem. The mother was clearly after him, and the daughter was turning out to be a prize cunt.
He had shown the woman her cabin as quickly as possible, because she was still hanging all over him as he pointed out the important items in the room, and wouldn't let go of him, even as he walked back to the door.
"You ought to get a little rest, Mrs. Kennedy," he told her, slipping from her grasping arm. "It don't do for folks to stay out in the sun too long if they ain't used to it."
"I'm sure I'll be in good hands, Sam," she told him, making a point to be less formal in her addressing him. "I think I shall nap, so I can be ready for dinner!"
"That's a good idea," he grumbled, sighing with relief as she shut the door behind him. When he turned to face Suzanne Kennedy standing 'patiently in front of her mother's cabin, his mood brightened considerably.
"Come on, honey, I'll show you your digs," he said cheerfully.
Suzanne followed him down the row of small cabins, noting that she and her mother were obviously going to be separated by several of them. He anticipated her interest in the fact and smiled as he opened the door to her small lodgings.
"Thought you'd like to be a bit away's from Mom," he chuckled, opening the door to show her in. "Being that you're a grown up young lady, now!"
She nodded demurely and slipped under his arm into the room. It was a cozy, simple affair, with a small fire place at one end of the room, and a single bed at the other. The walls were pine and done in a western style, and she already felt at home in the tiny, one room affair.
"It's very nice. Mister Farrel," she said at last. He was grinning at her, his teeth faded from their once Hollywood brightness, and she nodded. "You may put my suitcases on the bed."
Sam Farrel stepped into the room and tossed the two heavy bags down on the bed, then leaned against the wall, making no move to leave. "You can call me, Sam, honey," he said warmly. "We don't stand on ceremony after the first day, around here!"
"Well, Sam, you can continue to call me Miss Farrel. if you will," she replied, coldly. "I want that understood. This isn't last year, you see."
Sam Farrel colored visibly. "Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he snarled. "Just who do you think you are?"
"I am the daughter of a woman paying you very handsomely for our stay here," Suzanne hissed. "I expected to be treated with the respect due to me. I have no wish to interfere with your business, please do not interfere with mine."
"Why you little bitch," Sam snarled hotly. "What makes you think I give a good fuck what you want, cunt?"
"I don't believe you do care about what I want, Mister Farrel," Suzanne hissed back at him. "But I want it understood, that you aren't getting what you want, either! I'm not a little girl anymore, I don't lust after your body, if you get my meaning."
"Ain't you the hot one?" Sam laughed bitterly. He stood up and walked to the door, pausing to glare at her. "I don't need your pussy, bitch, I can get all I want, anytime I want, remember that!"
"Then put your tongue back in your mouth, Mister Farrel," Suzanne answered coolly. "Because drooling over me as you have been since we arrived isn't going to get you anything but the need of a cold shower, I promise you!"
Sam sputtered in anger, then pulled the door hard behind him, slamming it shut on the little bitch. He was boiling with anger for the rest of the afternoon, and he had to take it out on one of the hands, the new kid, just to calm down enough for dinner. That cunt really got under his skin, and it bothered him.
Dinner was not much better. The bitch came to the table wearing a semi-formal evening gown, cut low in the front, and rather skin tight. He could see the tops of her creamy tits all through dinner, and when she got up from the table, her ass swayed back and forth in such a saucy manner that his cock ached just watching it.
Lydia didn't help much,I either, noticing everything and giving him hell for it, after they had retired to their bedroom for the night. She lay in bed, dressed in the stupid pajamas she always wore, glaring at him as he sat ,by the window, drinking.
"All that liquor ain't gonna help you, Sam," she snarled at him. "Miss Kennedy don't want your attentions, even I can see that!"
"Fuck you," he snarled back at her, tossing down another shot of whiskey. He had started drinking again at the party to introduce the guests to each other, and had nearly finished a whole quart by now.
"I saw you sniffing around her," chuckled his wife stretching and moaning with teasing promise. "Your beady eyes was following that butt of hers all over the room!"
"Lydia, you are a fucking pain in the ass, know that?" Sam hissed. "Sometimes I wonder why I ever married you, anyway!"
"To get your greedy little fingers on this ranch of mine, that's why," she snapped back at him. "You didn't fool me then, Sam Farrel and you don't fool me now. Just remember who owns this place, buster, and keep your grubby hands off the college girls. You want to butter up some pussy, stick to her mother!"
Sam moaned in despair. Lydia could give two shits who he fucked, he realized. Just as long as it was somebody with money, that would continue to come back for another season. His wife was a cunt that could get all the cock she wanted, and didn't really care if she ever fucked him, as. long as he used his to make more money for her place.
She hired him for stud service, that much was certain. But when the stud has to service a bunch of old, dried up mares, he gets a little tired and disgusted, Sam thought, grimly.
"Lydia, you're just a fucking animal, know that," he sneered at her, sucking down a bit more of the whiskey. "Just a God damn fucking animal, that's all!"
"Look who's talking," the woman laughed, shaking her short brown hair back and forth in amusement. "I've seen you at work, cowboy, you rut like a four-legged mule! You ain't any thing to write home about, Sam."
Snarling with rage, his mind still burning from the curt rejection he'd received that morning, from Suzanne Kennedy, Sam threw the bottle across the room at his laughing wife's head.
She ducked just in time as it crashed beside her against the wall. "You fucking cunt, I ought to beat the hell out of you," he growled. He leaped on the bed beside her, and began to slap her face, methodically.
She screamed, but clearly seemed to enjoy the punishment, for her struggles to resist him were half-hearted at best. He got no pleasure from crashing his big, calloused palms into her face, for in a matter of moments, she was moaning and sighing with obvious passion as he struck her.
"Ohh, baby, yeah, that's how I like it," she moaned, groaning as his hand crashed into her cheek again. "Ummm, rough and hard, like you do it so well! That's why I married you baby, you're an animal, yeah!"
Sam groaned in frustration, feeling his wife's fingers now tearing at the buckle to his trousers. It was obvious that she was turned on, now, and wanted to be taken in his rough, usual manner.
He felt her rough, hard digits slithering into his pants, grabbing for his cock which had grown thick from the excitement of beating her. She wrapped her hand around the tool and pulled it from within his jeans, savagely.
"God, I love this cock," she sighed. She kneaded and rolled the thick, long spear back and forth between her palms. "Come on, baby, give it to your momma hard and mean! Fuck me, Sam, fuck me like the mean, nasty beast you are!"
Sam groaned and pushed away from her, but she clutched at his shoulders and pulled him back around. He fell on his back on the bed and her mouth crushed down over his, hungrily, kissing him with a fierce and savage greed.
He turned his head aside to avoid her eager lips and his eyes fell on the figure of their house dog, a big, powerful Germ an shepherd named Max. The dog had come to investigate the noise it had heard from their room, and its shiny black nose was now sniffing the air, taking in the scent of passion that was no doubt pouring from Lydia's cunt.
Lydia pulled Sam's mouth back to hers and snarled at him angrily. "Kiss me, you son of a bitch," she growled, mashing her mouth over hers once more. "That's what I married you for, asshole! You're a hard, nasty beast, and I want an animal fucking, right, God damn now!"
She crushed her mouth against his once more, jamming her tongue between his teeth. Sam moaned, feeling her spear lashing hungrily at his own. His hands wandered absently over her shoulders and his eyes darted around the room, resting on Max again, the dog by now moving restlessly about the room in growing excitement.
Sam began to feel the glimmer of an idea forming in his mind. In his drunken state, he almost had to giggle, as he thought of the perfect way to get back at his drunken, passionate wife, for her smart cracks.
Okay, bitch, he thought. You want an animal, you're gonna get one! But first I get you ready with a little loving.
He began to kiss her back, moving his fingers Up and down over the back of her pajama tops, slithering them down to the hard, quivering base of her spine. He slid his palms over her buttocks and kneaded the two firm mounds, squeezing them in a cold, calculated fashion.
His wife moaned in pleasure as she felt his big, strong fingers digging into her trembling half moons. She felt the stiff, hard spears massaging her flesh, greedily, and she rocked her cunt back and forth against his thigh, feeling the warmth building steadily inside of her.
"Yeah, baby, that's it," she cooed lovingly, now. "Umm, you know how to do it, daddy, ohh, boy do you ever!"
Sam Farrel could feel the wetness already dripping from her cunt, seeping through her pajamas and his grimy jeans. He dug his fingers deeper into her buttocks, then, and rode his knee back and forth against the hot, throbbing hillock of her mound.
His own cock was growing hard, now, throbbing with passion as he rolled her over on her back. He allowed himself to think of Suzanne Kennerly, naked and writhing beneath him, and coupled that picture, with the delicious excitement of what he had planned for his tart-tongued wife.
Hungrily, then, he unbuttoned the top of Lydia's pajamas and slipped his hands inside of them, clasping them over her firm, hard tits. Her breasts were large and like rocks under his palms, the nipples already thick and taut with excitement.
"Umm, daddy, ohhh, yes," Lydia moaned, rocking from left to right as she felt her husband crushing her boobs under his palms. "More, Sam, ohh, more, please!"
If he had a choice, Sam knew he would just as soon beat the fuck out of her as screw her right then, but he allowed her to pull on his prick again, squeezing and fondling it between her fingers, massaging it to life once more.
He slithered one hand down over her trim, flat stomach, feeling her wet, warm flesh undulating with excitement under his calloused palm. He slid the fingers through her coarse cunt hair and cupped his hand savagely over her mound. She screamed and thrust upward against the greedy fingers, moaning with pleasure as she felt them rubbing cruelly against her damp, quaking hillock.
Frantically, Sam tore at her pajamas, nearly ripping them from her in a frenzy to bare her completely, now. She laughed in delight and slithered the bottoms over her long, lean legs, and slipped the tops from her shoulders.
"Baby, I'm all yours," she moaned, her huge breasts bobbing up and down on her chest with her labored breathing. "I can't wait to get that big prick inside me!"
Sam Farrel stared at his wife's body and snarled. "You want my cock, baby, you got to entertain me a bit, first," he told her coldly. "I ain't really in the mood, you see, I got to get turned on!"
His wife moaned with agonized frustration and dropped her head to his lap. "Ohh, Sam, I'll suck you a bit, if that's what you want," she moaned, moving her lips up and down the length of his tool, anxiously. "Baby, I'll blow you until you're ready to explode, if that's what you need!"
Sam felt her mouth against his flesh, nibbling and lathering his meat, and it took all the willpower he had to pull her head back up by the hair. He slapped her cruelly across the face once more and shook her savagely.
"I don't want no suck job, bitch," he growled at her viciously. "But then again, maybe old Max could use one! He can smell that pussy of yours burning all ready!"
Lydia Farrel stared at her husband in confusion. She heard their big shepherd barking excitedly by the bed and she shook her head in disbelief. She could not imagine that Sam was being serious.
"Are you crazy?" she gasped, turning her head to glare at the man holding her hair. "You want me to go down on that dog!"
Sam's hand was at her cunt again, sliding back and forth over her throbbing mound, making the aching Fire burn even more savagely in her loins, now. She shuddered and moaned, bucking in a spasm of greedy wanting.
"You heard me, bitch," he laughed cruelly. He snapped his fingers at the huge, yelping shepherd and the dog instantly joined them on the bed. "If you want my cock in your cunt, you take care of Max, first!"
Lydia Farrel stared at her husband in horror, his fingers kneading her pussy even more intently, now. Beside her, the shepherd was trying to nose its way between his hand and her cunt, and she could feel his wet, lapping tongue roaming over her hot, quivering inner thighs.
"Ohh, Jesus, please, no, Sam," she groaned, unable to resist the powerful surge of need she felt boiling through her as Sam thrust his fingers deep into her pit once more. "I ... I can't do that, I can't!"
Savagely, he twisted his digits deep in her cave and pressed his thumb down hard on her clit. The aching delight of this action made her jerk with a fierce, throbbing delight and she screamed as the roar of sensual greed roared through her again.
Sam allowed her to experience the pleasure for a few seconds, then viciously pulled his fingers from her hot, quaking tunnel and pushed her back on the bed away from him. He sneered at her cruelly.
"You heard me, bitch," he snarled at her in a cold, husky voice. "It's either Max, then me, or nothing at all," he growled. "You want my cock, you got to suck old Max off first! Otherwise, jerk yourself off with a fucking hot dog, I don't care!"
The powerful need was roaring in Lydia's flesh, heightened by her almost delirious passion which Sam was well aware of. When she got turned on, Lydia was like a crazy woman, so hungry for cock, she couldn't stand not to have it.
She moaned, staring at the quivering dog beside them, still nosing its big head between her thighs. She felt its rough, raspy tongue lathering her cunt, now, and each frantic swipe sent the fires of lust burning hotter in the pit of her loins.
"You son of a bitch, you mean it," she moaned, shuddering with the effects of the dog's moving tongue. "You really mean it, you bastard!"
Sam Farrel laughed in triumph, proud of his self-control. His cock was throbbing badly against his thighs and his balls were pounding with an aching pain, but he had his horniness completely under control.
"You bet your clit I do, baby," he chuckled cruelly. "Now, you just take hold of old Max's prick and start licking it, bitch! I want to see you sucking him until he pops his load right in your mouth!"
Lydia Farrel was on fire with sexual need, now. Her pussy was aching for her husband's cock and she moaned as she realized that she had. no other choice. In her highly excited state, nothing mattered but being fucked by Sam, and she leaned over and reached for the dog's prick, now, willing to do anything for her husband's prick.
She took hold of the shaft and the big shepherd barked in delight. Instantly the long, thick spear began to expand in its furry sheath, growing thicker and harder as the woman squeezed it, cruelly in her fist.
Sam held tightly to Max's head to keep him from jumping away, and Lydia pulled on the animal's prick, pumping her hand up and down on it, violently.
The dog yelped and barked with excitement, and soon its cock was as hard as it could be, poking from within it s hairy sleeve, the tip of it pink and moist with lust. The woman moaned, bringing her head to the dog's belly, trembling herself with the disgust of what she was about to do. She felt Sam's hand pushing on her head, forcing her lips against the quivering weapon.
"Go on, pig, kiss it," he snarled viciously. He pushed her mouth closer to the cock and laughed in delight. "Give that big, old prick a lick, you cunt! Suck old Max off, now, bitch, now!"
She moaned as she felt Sam drop his free hand to her pussy once more, and begin to massage her aching mound again. She shuddered as the tingling pleasure rippled through her with increasing power and she pressed her lips to Max's cock, shutting her eyes tightly as she did.
The dog yelped wildly as the woman moved her mouth over its throbbing prong. It was jumping and barking almost insanely, clearly agitated by her lips as they moved up and down along the length of the tool.
Sam now slipped two fingers into his wife's wet, hot tunnel and expertly rolled them along the length of the canal. Lydia groaned with aching delight and snapped the tip of her tongue against the head of the dog's cock, shivering as Sam probed deeper into her pussy with his thick, strong fingers.
For Lydia Farrel, nothing truly mattered now, but continuing the pleasure she was receiving. She rode her mouth down to the huge, black balls that dangled between Max's hind legs and quickly sucked them into her mouth.
She could hear her husband laughing in delight as he rolled the throbbing stones from left to right, slapping at them with her tongue. The dog jumped and barked loudly, now, yelping in a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, as the woman continued to suck and lather its imprisoned rocks.
"Yeah, baby, that's it, suck his balls," Sam chuckled savagely. He rode his fingers in and out of her pussy, frantically now, urging her on with the plunge of his thick, strong digits. "Suck old Max, good, bitch, suck him good!"
Lydia's mind was raging with shame and horror, but she was helpless to resist Sam's demands, now, so powerful and urgent was the need that roared in her loins. His thumb was rubbing briskly at her twitching clit, now, pressing down hard on the trembling nugget, giving her wave upon wave of liquid delight from the action of the hard, caressing knob.
She reached out with her hand and fastened her fingers around Sam's cock, then, squeezing the huge, warm tool to life once more. She felt it expanding rapidly in her grip, even as Max's prick was slapping viciously, now, against her forehead.
Sam groaned in mingled passion as he felt her kneading and squeezing his meat, and watched intently, as she lathered and sucked the dog's balls. He had never considered what a turn-on this might be, and he was well aware that seeing his wife reduced to such a humiliating state was having a powerful effect on his lust.
He felt her riding her hand briskly up and down on his rod, then, twisting and turning it wildly in her grip. The throbbing need roared in his flesh, now, and he felt breathless and weak as his wife continued to massage his aching tool.
He pulled on her hair then, yanking her mouth from the dog's balls and forcing it against its cock. "Suck him, bitch, bring him off, now," he snarled, his voice thick and tight with excitement. "Make him come, bitch, make Max come right now!"
Groaning, the woman sobbed as she felt Sam's fingers jamming deep into her quaking pussy, turning relentlessly against her burning inner walls. She shivered with a harsh spasm of need, and groaned again as she pressed her lips to the animal's cock, now.
Max barked wildly as Lydia opened her mouth and drew his cock inside. The dog jerked in an uncontrollable spasm of primal lust as Lydia quickly slithered his wet, long tool into her throat. She fastened her lips tightly around the shaft, and Sam groaned with excitement as he saw the dog's cock disappearing into her mouth.
She moved her lips and teeth against the animal's flesh, now, pumping the huge prick in and out of her tight, slim tunnel with a frenzied motion. She felt the hard, wet spear quivering against her moist inner walls, and her throat muscles expanded and contracted violently against the invasion of the cruel, perverted weapon.
"That's it, baby, that's it," laughed Sam, now driving his fingers in and out of her pussy in perfect time with her bobbing head. "Suck him good, suck him nice!"
As his digits slithered back and forth along her cunt walls, each stroke giving her more intense pleasure than the last, Lydia rode Max's prick to the very depths of her throat tunnel, sucking on the animal's meat, powerfully.
As the huge prong rode in and out of her mouth, she could feel it expanding to a point of almost twice its normal size. From the way he jerked and bounced on all four legs, she could tell that Max was about to come, and she gagged at the thought of his fluid pouring into her mouth.
But Sam was laughing wildly, now, thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy, holding her head tight to the beast's thrusting tool. "Yeah, lie's gonna come, bitch, he's gonna come real good, now!" he laughed, cruelly.
He drove his fingers against her pussy, savagely, now, twisting and turning them against her aching inner flesh, so as not to allow her a moment's rest from the savage passion that was consuming her.
She nearly lost track of the dog's prick in her mouth, because the pleasure was so intense in her pussy, but when the hot gobs of dog come began to spurt from the end of Max's frenzied tool, she screamed in horror.
Sam held her head tight to the creature's bursting prick, and she could taste the bitterness of the come on her tongue as the growling animal poured its beastly lust into her mouth. She gulped frantically, forced to swallow some of the horrible fluid, though most of it ran out of the corners of her choking mouth.
"Yeah, lick it up, bitch, swallow that come," laughed Sam, holding tightly to the dog's neck as it climaxed in his wife's oral chamber. "Come on, baby, you like come, drink some of it for Max!"
The dog shuddered and barked a few more times, thrusting back and forth, spasmodically as Lydia continued to drain his cock of his lust. The woman shut her eyes tight and tried to concentrate on her husband's fingers, still thrusting in and out of her hot, aching pussy.
At last he let the animal go and Max leaped onto the floor, barking its delight. Sam laughed wildly and pushed her back down on the bed, covering her body with his own. His fingers rode over her pussy savagely now, and his mouth locked over her breasts, sucking on her tits, hungrily.
"That was good, bitch, real good," he chuckled wildly. He caught one of her nipples between his teeth and bit down on it savagely. "Now you can have my dick, baby, you earned it with that suck job!"
Lydia's aching humiliation and despair quickly faded under the renewed lust and desire she felt at her husband's hands. She felt his cock throbbing between her thighs, rocking back and forth against them, as he rode his fingers cruelly into her steaming cunt, once more.
"Ohh, God, fuck me, now, Sam, fuck me, now," she sobbed, twisting and turning as he sucked on her breast, hungrily. "Give me your prick, you son of a bitch! You God damn animal, I need your prick right now!"
Sam Farrel was more excited than he had been in a long time. His cock throbbed with a powerful greed and his balls churned with a load of come that made him want to scream. The churning force of his passion was almost overwhelming, now, and he could barely think straight, for the desire he was experiencing.
He slid his tongue in and out of her breast cleft then, snapping it at her nipples, while his fingers rammed cruelly against her cunt walls. He could feel her pussy muscles gripping his plunging spears, greedily, and as he inched his aching, swollen meat up along her inner thighs, he groaned with anticipation of fucking her as violently as he possibly could.
He heard her gasps of pain and passion, felt the slippery sweat that coated her body, and knew that she was more turned-on than she had been in months. "You want my cock, baby, do you want it?" he sneered, poking at her quivering, hot pussy lips with the throbbing head of his tool.
"Ohh, Jesus, God damn you, yes," she sobbed, trying despeaerately to thrust her pussy up against the quaking weapon. "Come on, come on, fuck me, now! Fuck me like the animal you are, you bastard!"
Sam roared with pleasure and thrust his cock savagely against his wife's steaming pit. The huge, thick head of his shaft burst through her cunt petals and drove deep into her quaking chamber. She screamed with delight, rocking from left to right as he penetrated her aching channel, feeling the awesome pleasure of his massive prong filling her cunt completely.
"I'm gonna fuck you like the pig you are, bitch," Sam snarled then, slamming his cock completely into her, then. "Hard and fast, cunt, just like a horse!"
"Jesus, that's so good, ohhh, yeah, fuck me, good," she moaned, rocking from left to right as he began to thrust in and out of her savagely. "You're a horse all right, Sam, a fucking stallion!"
Sam Farrel wasted no time, now. He pumped his tool in and out of Lydia's pussy just as ruthlessly and brutally as he possibly could. He rammed back and forth in a vicious manner, grinding his belly violently against hers as he buried his meat to the hilt in her gripping passage.
Again and again he drove into her, each stroke he took more violent and cruel than the last. He rocked her body upward, throwing her legs over his shoulders and slammed his cock into her cunt like a wild man, then.
Lydia screamed with delight as she felt him thundering back and forth inside of her.
She sobbed and moaned, rocking up and down with his plunging meat, kneading and squeezing the driving weapon with her cunt muscles. As the cock tore into her cunt relentlessly, she felt the shimmering pleasure erupting in her loins, spreading through her pussy uncontrollably, then.
Her inner walls throbbed and quaked around his savage prong, drawing tighter and tighter as her greedy moment of release came to a vicious head. She sobbed so breathlessly she could barely speak then, moaning in a taut, tortured voice.
"Ohh, you son of a bitch, you fucking bastard, I'm going to come," she groaned. Her cunt was shuddering spasmodically around his cock and his furious pace increased. "I'm going to come you animal, you fucking beast! Going to come so good!"
He laughed wildly, ramming into her harder and faster, then, as the climax burst in the depths of her pussy, and her love juice swirled hotly around his plunging shaft. He drove deep into her pussy, thrilled by her cunt muscles flexing around his meat, and the creamy pleasure he felt rippling through her fluttering loins.
His own savage passion grew stronger with his wife's orgasm, and Sam drove into her even more violently, now. He bucked and shuddered, rocking his cock in and out of her pussy, viciously, as his balls thundered in their sack, and his prick was almost painfully bursting at this point.
The sudden explosion in his groin made him squeal with delight and he rammed into her like a frenzied machine as the hot come spurted from his tool. The wads of thick, creamy fluid shot from the head of his shaft and splashed against her cunt walls, violently, searing her flesh with his angry seed.
"Fucking pig, I'm coming in you, now," he laughed wildly, twisting and turning his bursting prong in the depths of her tight, hot pit. "Coming in you, hog, coming in your fucking cunt right now!"
He shuddered violently, then, feeling the last of his wild desire and greed leaving him as the come poured out of his aching tool. He crushed her body beneath his, jerking with the lingering tremors of his passion, then at last rolled off of her, groaning with the remains of his lust still tingling in his loins.
Lydia Farrel lay on the bed, stunned by all that had just taken place. She glared at her husband coldly and snarled in a weak, broken voice. "You God damn son of a bitch," she whispered as if in pain. "You rotten bastard!"
Sam Farrel moaned and sat up on the bed. He sneered at his trembling wife, his lip curled up in contempt. "You loved it, pig," he chuckled savagely. "I could tell you loved it! Maybe next time, you can suck me off and fuck Max instead!"
Lydia burst into soundless crying then, her harsh, gasping sobs following Sam as he got up off the bed and left the room in search of more whiskey. He made his way down into the small club room and took a bottle down from the bar. He drank straight from the bottle, gasping as the harsh liquor cut through the rawness of his throat.
He sat down on one of the stools in front of the bar, and considered, with a grim smile, what had just happened. He reckoned he had showed that bitch not to use her mouth on him like that again.
Hell, making her suck off the dog was better than giving her a beating, he thought, brightly. He took another slug from the bottle and shuddered as the whiskey cut its way down into his throat.
He thought about what he had just done and smiled in delight. Making her fuck him only after she had sucked off the dog was a good way to put her in her place, he felt. It was a nice way to bring a bitch like Lydia down to size.
His mind wandered then, as he stared out the window toward the cabins by the pond. He thought of Suzanne Kennerly, then, and grimaced.
There was a bitch that sure needed taking down a rung or two, he thought, grimly. That cunt could use a lesson or two in manners and respect, he thought. He could almost picture her body, then, lithe and moist with the flesh of youth. He could see those pert little tits, the nipples poking out against her bikini top, her saucy little bottom straining against the tight trunks.
His cock almost hardened again and he moaned in frustration. He thought, if he ever had the chance, he'd show her what it was all about. He'd fuck her just the way she deserved it, hard and mean, like a fucking animal.
He smiled at that, lingering on the picture of her bent over, his cock slamming in and out of her savagely. Why not, he thought, suddenly. In fact, why not a real animal.
He laughed, trying to picture the haughty, stuck-up bitch being fucked by Max, or maybe even one of the horses on the ranch. That would do it, that would certainly make that cunt toe the line.
In that moment, he became determined to triumph over Suzanne Kennerly that summer. He took another pull on the bottle in his hand, and vowed to himself, that he would tame the bitch before the summer was out, or know the reason why. He could feel the obsession taking hold of him, and he didn't give a damn. If it was the last thing he ever did, he'd have Suzanne Kennerly at his feet, before August was through.
CHAPTER THREE
Of all the things Suzanne Kennerly did not need, it was discovering who the newest hand was on the ranch. It took her three days to find out that he was working there, and she almost wanted to die when she finally ran into him.
The Farrel's had remarked on their newest hand, how he was young and not toughened up as yet, and Mrs. Farrel commented that he must be rather shy, for ever since the guests arrived, he had taken to staying out of sight.
For Suzanne, this meant little, she did not even make a connection with his first name when they mentioned it. But, she thought later, she should have known this would happen, when the third day on the ranch she went out for a ride on Whirlwind, her favorite horse and happened across him, fixing a broken water line.
As she rode up to the bent figure, she thought he looked familiar, but it was not until she was directly behind him and he stood at hearing her approach, that she gasped in recognition.
"My God, Jeffrey Aust, what are you doing here?" she said, her voice breathless with shock, her eyes blinking in disbelief.
The young man smiled sheepishly and dusted his hands on his jeans. He was shirtless, his back and shoulders already sunburned, his body beginning to harden under the sun and back-breaking work he was given.
"Just thought I'd see what the west was like," he replied amiably. "You're looking well, Suzy."
She glared down at him, shifting nervously in the saddle. "This isn't very nice of you, Jeffrey," she said coldly. "Nor is it very mature."
"I believe I have the right to work anywhere I please, Suzy," he replied evenly. "You may be wealthy, but you aren't in charge of the world, you know."
The young woman stiffened at his remark and shook her pretty head in disgust. "I thought I had told you quite clearly, that I did not wish to see you anymore, Jeffrey," she said harshly. "This little trick will not change my mind."
"If you have noticed, Suzy, I haven't been around for you to see me," he replied, unable to disguise the hurt in his voice. "And, you won't have to worry about me, I'm not going to be chasing after you like some eager puppy."
"Oh, Jeffrey, Jeffrey," Suzanne sighed in despair. "Don't you see, it could never work between us, we come from such different worlds."
Jeffrey Aust leaned against the now upright post he had been working on. His back was aching and he could not keep the look of pain off his face. He smiled grimly at the young woman looking down at him.
"There's only one world I know of, Suzy," he said, quietly. "And most people try their best to be happy in it, not make it something that it isn't."
"Exactly my point, Jeffrey," Suzanne answered curtly. "You and I come from two different backgrounds. You must stay in yours, and I in mine."
"You didn't feel that way a few months ago," he countered. "I remember a girl that didn't give a damn about money or social standing. She only cared about what her heart was telling her was right."
Suzanne smiled coldly. "Still the poet, hum mm," she chuckled, her voice cruel and unkind. "When are you going to grow up, Jeffrey?"
The young man sighed and shook his head. "About the time you climb down off the phony perch you're sitting on, I suppose," he chuckled sourly. "Just between you and me, Suzy, do you have to keep playing this rich bitch role?"
"I don't have to listen to that," she growled, yanking on the reins to her horse. "I'm not in the mood for insults."
The young man moved swiftly across the dry, hard-packed ground and .tore the reins from her hands. He yanked the horse around and steadied it, while Suzanne held to her saddle horn to keep from falling off the jerking animal.
"Are you crazy?" she hissed savagely. "Stop this idiocy at once, Jeffrey!"
"You stop it," he snarled back at her. His eyes were blazing as he stared up into her own, pretty green orbs. "You can play that game with anybody you want, Suzy Kennerly, but not me!"
"I don't have to listen to this," she growled, grabbing at the reins again.
He held them just out of reach, his face set in a taut, grim mask. "I remember you as a wonderful girl, a sweet, kind and tender person. What happened to you?" he growled. "What turned you into such a phony cunt?"
"I grew up, damn, you," she snarled, leaning over her saddle, trying to reach the reins. "Something you ought to think about doing, you little fool!"
"You grew up, all right," he muttered savagely. "You went away to some rich, bitch of a college and chickened out! You turned into another one of those plastic women you used to hate!"
Finally she got hold of the reins and she pulled on them wildly. "Leave me alone, damn you," she hissed. "I don't have to answer to you, Jeffrey Aust!"
He felt her pulling on the reins and he let them go at last. He shook his head, sighing heavily. "No, you only have to answer to your heart, Suzy," he said at length. "That's all you have to do, answer to your own heart!"
She sat up again, straightening her clothing.
"As I tried to explain to you once before, Jeffrey, it could not work out between us, that is why I put an end to our involvement," she said, formally. "I did not want either of us being .hurt!"
Jeffrey Aust laughed slowly shaking his head from left to right in bitter amusement. "Now, Suzy, you put an end to us because of something else," he told her simply. "If it had been a lack of love, I would have accepted that, but this I can not buy!"
Suzanne Kennedy was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, now. She gazed out over the range, somehow not wanting to look the young man in the eyes, now. "I don't care how you view it, Jeffrey. That's no concern of mine," she said cruelly. "But in the future, you shall treat me as a guest on this ranch, while you are an employee! Remember that for your own good!"
Jeffrey Aust snorted savagely. "Well sure thing, Miss Kennerly," he hissed at the young woman's back. "But. I'm Mister Aust to you, lady, until you decide that you're tired of being alone up there on your royal mountain."
"That will suit me just fine," she said, snapping her head back with a snarl. "Good afternoon. Mister Aust!"
She turned her horse then, and galloped off, the young man watching her as she rode, in a swirl of dust, away from him. "Bitch," he muttered softly under his breath. But in his mind, he called her Suzy, as he remembered her with a painful sense of loss.
So now, Suzanne had the painful presence of an old lover to deal with. The worst of it was, Jeffrey hadn't even been a lover. She had never had. sex with him, which made it all the more annoying to her.
She did not feel she owed the young man anything, and his following her to the ranch angered her greatly. What right did he have to disturb her life in such a manner, she wondered. What right on earth did the young man have to bother her this way. She was grim as she rode back toward the ranch, her afternoon spoiled completely, by this time.
She hopped off the horse, handing the reins to a groom and stormed over to her cabin, burning with rage. She paced back and forth inside of the tiny chamber for a least ten minutes, almost to the point of screaming.
She did not need this, she knew. She did not need a simpy, silly young boy following her clear across the United States, out of some foolish affection for her. She had half a mind to got to the Farrel's and demand he be fired.
She smiled thinly at that. For she knew she could have it done, if she wanted to. She and her mother, or rather their money, was much more important to the Farrel's she was certain, than any young hand that did not even know the work.
Yes, they would dump him in a moment, if she demanded it, but she knew, secretly, that she did not dare do that. If the rest of the guests heard she had done something like that, they would shun her, and social disgrace was something she did not wish to have happen to her.
So, she would have to maintain her anger, and keep her proud bearing about her. After all, Jeffrey could not step over certain boundries, those between the guests and employees, so she was safe from him, she knew.
Perhaps, it would be good to let him suffer a bit. she thought. Let him watch her from afar. It might curb his affections for her after awhile, might even hurt him so badly that he would Jeave of his own choosing.
She thought about that, then sat down on her bed, groaning softly. In her heart, she didn't really want to hurt poor Jeffrey. She still cared for him, still saw him as a kind and decent person. She had no real desire to put him through any pain, but what else could she do?
She lay back on her bed, trembling as her mind whirled with fear and a sense of hopelessness. The harsh words he had spoken to her could not be easily forgotten. He had said things she had tried desperately to deny, and she did not wish to have them screaming at her from the blackness of her mind, as they were, now.
She had a role to play, she thought grimly. Her mother's wealth was largely on paper and maintaining their image was not an easy task. Her mother was getting no younger, and soon Suzanne realized, she would be on her own.
She needed to cultivate an attractive and dignified appearance, if she ever hoped to catch the kind of husband she needed to snare. One day, there would be no money, no safe cushion to fall back on. One day, she would have to take care of her mother, and she dreaded the thought that it would be in the kind of middle-class poverty she knew existed in the world she lived in.
Too many of the girls were just like her. Putting up fronts, coming from less background than they claimed. They were all on the hunt for the rich young man that would save them from their dreary backgrounds.
The competition was stiff, and she was not as ruthless at the game as she pretended. She had to develop a hard, tough shell, had to learn all the rules and play them better than anyone else.
"I just can't do it, Jeffrey," she moaned aloud, fighting back the tears that wanted to well up in her eyes. "Don't you see, I can't afford to take the chance!"
She lay on the bed, sobbing quietly for several moments, then she rose with a sigh, and shook off her despair. What she needed was some relaxation. She needed to calm down. Being tense did nothing for her looks or bearing, she thought, grimly.
She quickly removed her clothes and put on her new bikini. It was a daringly meager affair, that barely covered her breasts and buttocks at all. She stared at herself in the mirror, giggling softly at the slim, erotic figure she cut in the skimpy outfit. There were a couple of potential suitors vacationing at the ranch, this might attract them, she thought.
When she got to the pond, two of the men watched her progress with leering eyes. From behind her sunglasses, she could see the eagerness on their faces, but they were both middle-aged, and not the kind of men she was looking for.
They would be merely looking for a fast, exciting roll in the hay, she knew, something to tell the 'boys at the country club back home. She had no intention giving them that kind of thrill, and she ignored them completely, as she laid down in one of the lounge chairs.
She closed her eyes, allowing the sun to bake her gently under the tanning lotion she had put on. After several moments, she sensed a presence beside her and opened her eyes to see Sam Farrel gazing down at her.
"How do. Miss Kennerly?" he said, his smile crooked and obviously a leer.
"I'm fine, Mister Farrel," she replied curtly. "Would you mind moving a bit, you 'are blocking the sun."
She turned over on her belly and felt the man's eyes roaming over her body hungrily as he moved out of the way. She turned her head after several more moments, and gazed up at him coldly.
"Did you want something?" she said, her voice cold and demanding.
Sam Farrel chuckled and leaned over suddenly, to whisper in her ear. "No, but I know you do," he cackled softly. "You come around to the barn, tonight, and I'll give you just what you want!"
Before she could react, he had turned abruptly on his heel and stalked away, leaving her to sputter in anger. The remarks had been loud enough for the other men to hear and her ears reddened as she heard them snickering in amusement.
She rose from the lounge chair and hurried back to her cabin, shutting the door with a vicious slam behind her. She stared at the wall, her eyes cold and angered, now, her pretty head nodding slowly.
She would indeed keep that appointment, she was thinking then. She would go to the barn this evening, and have it out with Sam Farrel then and there. And then she would put the bastard in his place, once and for all.
For Sam Farrel, dinner was yet another achingly frustrating affair. The Kennerly bitch was dressed even less formal than the night before, wearing a pair of tight shorts and a halter top that hardly covered even her small boobs.
But she kept giving him glances through the meal, and once it was finished, brushed past him--long enough to whisper that she would meet him after ten, in the barn, as he had suggested.
As luck would have it, Lydia was taking the women guests to a movie in town, and that meant they would not be back until well after midnight. Suzanne's mother did not appear to want to go at first, but when her daughter complained of a headache, and Sam announced he was turning in early, she seemed resigned to leaving.
Sam drank for the better part of the evening, knocking off nearly a half quart of rye until it was nearly ten, and he pulled himself up out of the chair in his bedroom and made his way to the barn.
He waited for several moments in the darkness, until Suzanne Kennerly appeared in the shadow of the moonlight coming through the open door. He quickly crossed the space between them and pulled her inside. "I knew you couldn't do without me, baby," he laughed, pulling the young woman tightly to his chest. "Well, you won't have to, much longer!"
Savagely, Suzanne allowed him to kiss her, then she bit down hard on his lip and racked her nails across his cheek. He yelped in pain, spinning away from her and gasping as he touched his torn face.
"Once and for all, Farrel," she snarled at him. "You and I have nothing to talk about! You can just forget all about any fun you might have with me, and get busy thinking about how you're going to explain those scratches to your wife!"
Sam Farrel stared at the girl, his whole body shuddering with rage. It was one thing to take shit from her, but to have her mark him was too much. Nobody put their hands on Sam Farrel, nobody.
"You little cunt," he hissed, lashing out with his arm and cracking the young girl hard across the face with the back of his hand. "I'll show you who to claw, bitch!"
The force of the blow was so powerful, that it knocked Suzanne off her feet and onto the floor, stunning her into a whirling dizziness. She landed on her buttocks with a jarring bounce and moaned, her head dropping to one side of her chest.
Sam reached down, hooking his fingers in the front of her halter top, and pulled her rudely to her feet. "You've been asking for this, bitch," he snarled savagely. "By God, you want to play rough, I will!"
Viciously, he began to slap her back and forth across the cheeks, driving her wildly into the barn wall behind her. She moaned as she felt the open palmed blows smashing into her. each one perfectly timed to inflict much pain but little damage.
Sam had learned a long time ago, how to beat up a woman without leaving marks, and he put his knowledge to use, now, smashing his hands into her again and again, until she slipped to the floor, nearly unconscious, moaning with pain.
"Okay, cunt, you want it like an animal, that's the way you're gonna get it," he hissed cruelly. "I got just the thing for a bitch like you! When I'm done, you won't act so high and mighty, I promise you!"
Suzanne was barely aware of what was happening as Sam reached down and quickly undid the three buttons to her halter top. The big man gasped with aching greed as he slipped the garment from her shoulders and gazed, hungrily, at her now revealed breasts. The two, pert globes trembled with her labored breathing and he rubbed his palm anxiously against her nipples, while his cock began to grow thick in his jeans.
Suzanne moaned once more, lashing out at him weakly with her tiny fists, but he ignored her efforts to drive him away, and quickly unzipped her tight, brief shorts. He slithered them down over her thighs and legs, then followed them with her panties.
In moments, the young girl was lying, naked, on the hay covered floor, groaning and quivering as her senses began to return to her. She sat up, and with a gasp, finally discovered her nudity.
"Yeah, baby, our time has come," chuckled Sain Farrel, tossing her panties aside. "You and me got some serious business, here. I got a few tricks to teach you, before we leave this barn, bitch!"
Suzanne screamed wildly and tried to get to her feet. Savagely, Sam slammed his huge, doubled fist into her belly, knocking the wind out of her, and sending her back down into a sitting position again.
He stood over the groaning young woman, sneering now, with contempt. "You think you're some bitch, don't you,?" he laughed. He reached up and pulled a whip down from a rack hanging on the upright beam beside them. He dangled the long, wicked-looking strand in front of her, now.
"Well, you're in my territory, now, cunt, you'll play by my rules, understand?" His voice was harsh and vicious now, calm and controlled in its passion. "You're gonna do as I want you to, or I'm taking a bit of that bitchy hide off you, cunt!"
Fear overwhelmed Suzanne, now. She had no idea if he was drunk, or mad, or what, but she could tell from his voice, that he was completely serious. She gazed at the whip and shuddered, having no doubt, by this time, that he would do just exactly as he said.
"On your knees, cunt," he snarled at her coldly. "You been acting like a bitch to me, sit up and beg like one!"
She moaned, slipping forward and kneeling in front of him now. She could see the bulge at the front of his trousers, actually growing thicker with every second that passed, and she groaned in terror at what he might have in mind for her, then.
He chuckled, patting her on the head in a rough fashion. "Yeah, that's a good bitch, a good she-dog," he chuckled. "A good she-dog needs a mate, don't she?"
He growled at her to stay where she was, then walked to the far end of the barn and opened the door. In a moment, he returned, leading his big German shepherd, Max, by a thick, steel chain.
He commanded the fierce-looking dog to sit and it did as it was told. He turned then, to the young, trembling girl again and smiled thinly as he dropped his hand to her head and lifted her up by the chin.
"I got lots of things in mind for you, cunt," he whispered cruelly. "You're gonna try out some stuff you never even thought of before!"
"Please, I, ohh, please, Farrel," she moaned, shivering as he moved his hand down to her quivering breasts and pinched one nipple rudely. "Ohh, God, please, not this way, not here!"
The sensation of hisrough, calloused fingers so obscenely fondling her now, was enough to fill her belly with a churning sense of shame. She "felt the hand roaming back and forth between her precious globes, pinching and kneading them as if she were a piece of meat he was inspecting.
"Shut up, bitch," he hissed savagely. "From now on, you do what I say. You keep your mouth shut until I tell you to open it, understand?"
He squeezed one soft, warm mound cruelly in his fingers to make his point, and the girl groaned thickly, shuddering at the fierce, aching pain that shot through her sphere from his savage caress.
He slowly unzipped his trousers, then, and pulled his semi-erect shaft from within them. She moaned as she saw the expanding weapon, growing thicker now as he lifted it to her eyes.
"See this cock, I want you to play with it," he told her gruffly. "I know a bitch like you has done it before, so get to work, cunt!"
With trembling fingers, Suzanne reached up and took hold of the expanding prong, gasping at the throbbing of the blood that was raging through it, now. She could feel the shaft expanding rapidly against her fingers and she sobbed as she held the tool lightly in her hands.
Sam snapped his fingers at the dog beside him, and the animal stood upon all four legs, shuddering a bit at the female scent it smelled in the air. Sam laughed softly, the dull ache growing in his flesh as he felt the girl's fingers moving over his long, thick spear.
"Don't seem right to leave Max out of this, now does it?" he chuckled softly. "Why don't you just work on his prick with your other hand, baby! He could use a little attention, too, you know!"
Suzanne's head shot up and she stared at him in horror. The very idea of touching a dog's penis was appalling to her, and she could not believe he was serious. He glared at her coldly, however, and pinched one of her nipples, viciously between his thick thumb and forefinger.
"I said get hold of his cock, bitch," he snarled, twisting her trapped pebble ruthlessly once more. "I'll tear this little nub off your tit if I have to, cunt!"
Moaning with pain, feeling as if she were living in a nightmare, now, Suzanne reached out and fumbled for the dog's cock beneath his big, quaking belly. The only thought on her mind was to release her breast from the cruel torture that Sam was inflicting on the precious globe, and she gasped as she tried to find the dog's shaft through his furry coat.
She felt the huge, thick prong throbbing between his hind legs and she sobbed as she wrapped her fingers around the growing spear. Sam released her nipple then, and she moaned in relief, then sobbed as he pulled on her hair once again.
"Okay, bitch, you can start working on my cock again," he growled at her coldly. "You just keep getting old Max hard, there, while you start kissing and licking my prick. You're gonna take care of both of us. tonight. Miss Rich Bitch!"
Suzanne felt as if she wanted to die as the man pulled her adorable head to his groin. She could smell the dank, musky odor of his lust, mingled with the scent of sweat, and his prick was hot and thick as it quivered against her chin.
"Kiss it, bitch," he snarled, rocking her head from left to right. "Start jerking Max off, and kiss my cock, you cunt!"
Moaning in horror and humiliation now, the young girl pressed her soft, pink lips to the head of Sam's throbbing weapon. She could feel the flesh quaking under her succulent petals and she moaned, shuddering as she began to move her hand back and forth along the dog's growing tool.
That this nightmare was real was unbelievable to her, but she could not deny the pounding of Sam's prick against her lips, nor the throbbing of the dog's cock in her tiny fist as she attended to both of them.
Slowly she moved her mouth along the length of Sam's quaking prong. She bit into the fevered flesh and heard him sigh with pleasure, and she squeezed the dog's prick tightly in her hand, listening to his gleeful bark of delight.
"That's it, bitch, up and down, work your hand up and down on his cock," Sam muttered, his voice thick with pleasure. "Come on, cunt, take my bails in your mouth and suck them! Squeeze that dog prick, bitch, squeeze it good!"
Shutting her eyes against the sight of his quaking groin, Suzanne opened her mouth and allowed him to shove his hot, hairy bag inside. She gasped as she felt the huge stones throbbing in their fleshy container, rumbling violently against her tongue and moist, warm cheeks.
In her hand, Max's prick pulsated with growing force and violence, and she could feel it getting bigger and bigger as she moved her delicate fingers up and down the length of his pounding meat.
Sam jerked and bucked against her and she ran her tongue over his balls, then, licking and stabbing at them, while lie kneaded her tits with his big, thick hands. She sobbed as she felt him squeezing and caressing her tender globes, cruelly rubbing his palms against her nipples until they were damp and tight with unwanted excitement.
The big man laughed as he watched the girl's tiny hand moving up and down along his dog's cock. The sweet, slender fingers gripped and squeezed the animal's prick, and Max yelped his pleasure at the frantic caress.
From the way the cock was throbbing so powerfully, now, she could tell that the creature was growing nearer and nearer to some savage release. She hated to think of it spurting its fluid over her fingers, but she was resigned to the fact, for she knew that Farrel was determined to abuse her if she resisted his commands.
She pumped her hand back and forth on the dog's cock now, and as he ordered, rolled his balls back and forth in her mouth. The dog jumped and barked wildly, and Sam rocked from side to side in delight as she sucked on his throbbing stones.
She snapped her tongue violently at his balls, and blew warm currents of air against the flesh of his captured bag. The man moaned and shuddered with delight, rocking her head from left to right as he held it between his two, big hands.
"Ahh, you sweet cunt, you little bitch," Sam moaned, shuddering as a violent spasm of desire raced through his loins. "Yeah, you're doing fine, bitch, just fine!"
He was laughing, and his bellowing chuckles burned in her ears, telling her of the cruelty of his delight in her shame. She sobbed as she sucked hard on his throbbing balls, rolling her tongue over them in bitter despair.
The dog's cock was pounding savagely in her fist, now, a hard, long shaft that felt as if it were on fire. She could feel the hot, snorting breath of the excited animal on her shoulder and she shut her eyes even tighter, against the orgasm she expected to come from him at any moment.
Suddenly, Sam was pushing her away from him, laughing wildly with glee. "Yeah, we're both just about ready, bitch, just about ready indeed," he cackled. He took a length of clothes line from his hip pocket and quickly bound her wrists together tightly.
She moaned as she felt the cord cutting into her wrists, then gasped in pain as he tugged on it, pulling her around and down to the floor. He slipped the end of the line through a ring embedded in the .floor and secured her to it in moments.
She sobbed as she gazed up at the man, who was moving around behind, her, now. He was holding the dog by the neck, rubbing its belly as he stared at the trapped, trembling young girl, now.
"Old Max needs some pussy, don't you Max," he laughed, pushing the shuddering animal toward her, now. "He needs a good bitch, just as much as I do!"
Suzanne screamed in horror then, as she realized that he meant to have the dog mount her. She struggled violently with the rope that was wound around her wrists, sobbing as it twisted painfully against her flesh.
"Dear Jesus, no, you can't," she sobbed, shaking her head wildly. "For the love of God, don't, don't make me do it, please!"
Cruelly, now, Sam reached down and thrust his hand between her quivering thighs, shoving his fingers against her trembling cunt. She felt the horrible shame and shock of his rude invasion, and sobbed as he forced two fingers inside of her pit.
"You listen to me, bitch,"
"he snarled, twisting and turning his fingers in her cunt, rubbing them briskly to get the lubricating juice flowing. "You're gonna service old Max, here, and do a good job of it. And while he's fucking you, I don't want you to try and get away, or I'll put the whip to you, understand!"
She screamed wildly, almost not hearing him now, the horrifying thought of the dog about to mount her obscuring all else in her mind. She screamed again as she felt Sam forcing her to rise up, pulling her up by his fingers in her now, damp pit.
He thrust his digits in and out of her pussy, savagely, then, twisting and turning them with a ruthless passion. She felt her cunt walls expanding under the cruel attack, and her lithe, lovely body quivering violently under the force of his plunging digits ramming into her.
The dog was barking wildly, now, trying to get around Sam in its frenzy to attack the female scent in his nostrils. The big man laughed, pumping his fingers ruthlessly in and out of her, twisting and turning her cunt in preparation.
"Get up, bitch, up on all fours," he growled. "Max is hard and ready for his mate, bitch! He wants to fuck you, now!" She sobbed and rose up, the pain of his attack now overwhelming her shame. She shuddered in fear, pleading with him to free her. "Ohh, God, I'll do anything, Farrel, anything," she begged. "Just don't do this to me, just don't, I beg you!"
The memory of her fantasy with Brantly came roaring back in her mind then, and she remembered it with horror and shock. She could almost picture the dream once again, and her lungs burned with the pain of breathing as she felt him adjusting the dog over her, now. She sobbed wildly as the animal began to buck back and forth against her thighs.
She could feel its thick, long pole slithering up and down against her flesh, its fevered, hot breath against her back, and its tongue lashing her flesh, wetly. She screamed, her mind refusing to clear of the image of her own pet mounting her, now.
She felt Sam guide the dog between her thighs, pulling his forelegs up over her back. She squirmed in panic then, trying to twist away, but it was too late. The yelping animal thrust forward, now, and drove its prick hard against her trembling moist pussy lips.
She felt the huge organ enter her and she wailed in horror and shame as the dog's big, thick prick slithered to the depths of her quivering, warm tunnel. Max yelped and barked wildly. His cock, throbbing so powerfully that it forced her cunt walls to expand and contract in time with it. pulsated savagely in her narrow, moist channel.
"Yeah, fuck her good. Max, fuck the little bitch good," laughed Sam Farrel. He held the dog tightly to the girl, then, leaving her no choice but to endure the thrusting animal's powerful assault. "Give it to her. Max, give the little bitch what she deserves, old boy!"
Suzanne's mind reeled with horror as she felt the dog thrusting in and out of her now. Its thick, long spear slid back and forth along her cunt passage, pounding with its animal lust as the beast drove toward its craving for relief.
The young girl was completely degraded by this attack. Never in her life had she dreamed her flesh would be so defiled. She felt the creature throbbing inside of her pussy, then. and her mind whirled as she saw the image of herself being taken by her pet back home.
She screamed in her mind against, the thought that she was enjoying this, that she wanted this sick, perverted thing to take place. But to her horror and self-loathing her cunt was beginning to throb with excitement, the dog's prick clearly stimulating her hot, wet pit, now.
Faster and harder Max roared into her cunt, now. She moaned and quivered, the hard, pulsating shaft quivering deep in her pussy, making her cunt walls tremble with unmistakable pleasure. She screamed in horror and shame, aching to pull free of the beast, while at the same time knowing that she was beginning to enjoy the attack.
She bit her lip as the harsh, rolling pleasure surged in her cunt. Sam Farrel laughed in delight, not missing the pleasure she tried to keep from her lips and eyes.
"Yeah, I thought so, bitch, you love it," he cackled wildly. "Do it, baby, get into it. Come on, cunt, get off on old Max, get off on his prick, baby!" , She screamed in shame and self-disgust, but her cunt was pounding with delight, now and the surging orgasm could not be stopped as it tore through her. She wailed in a voice that was filled with shame and pleasure and shuddered as the climax roared in her aching pit.
Max was pumping faster and faster now, barking and yelping his pleasure as the orgasm triggered in his balls. The hot, thick come spurted from the creatures shaft and she sobbed as she felt it filling her tender tunnel to overflowing.
The dog bucked back and forth inside of her for several more moments, and she shivered as it spent it's load in her pussy. At last it pulled out of her, and she fell face down on the floor, trembling with horror and shame at her response to the brutal attack.
As he leaped around the barn floor in satisfaction, Sam Farrel reached down and pulled her to her knees in front of him again. "You ain't done, yet, cunt," he hissed, yanking her head toward his groin as before. "Nothing fancy, this time, baby, just a good, quick suck!"
He thrust his prick at her lips and she could not fight him at all, now. She opened her mouth and gagged as she felt him slide his huge, hot prong into her soft, warm throat tunnel.
Sam groaned with pleasure as his prick slithered deep into the moist, silken passage. He groaned once more as he buried his tool to the hilt in her mouth, shuddering as she began to suck, obediently, on the root of his prong.
"That's it, bitch, get me off," he moaned, thrusting back and forth, slithering his meat in and out of her mouth. "Just get me off good, that'll do for this time!"
Suzanne was hardly aware of what was happening to her now. She felt the man's prick riding in an out of her velvet chamber, throbbing wildly against her taut, wet throat walls, but it did not seem to matter now.
As the man trembled and rocked on his heels, his prick driving back and forth over her sweet, sensual lips, he sighed contentedly with the onrush of his climax. His balls throbbed almost painfully now, thick, hard stones that quaked savagely in his bag. His prick felt as if it were growing to twice its size in her mouth and he groaned as he pushed it further into her lovely canal.
"Ahh, that's it baby, I'm gonna come, gonna come in your mouth," he moaned in delight. "Ummm, you suck pretty good; honey, yeah, gonna feel nice!"
She choked as she felt the tool dancing wildly in her throat. The thick, creamy fluid began to spurt from the rod, filling her mouth with it's bitter tasting fire. She gagged and gulped, forced to swallow his juice as he moaned and shuddered in ecstasy, now.
He pulled her head tightly to his groin and trembled with a few more fierce, powerful shudders, then pushed her away, and she fell to the floor, groaning and sobbing, the come running out of her mouth and pussy, both, now.
She lay on the floor, shivering with utter humiliation then, and Sam Farrel gazed down at her with a superior contempt. He dug his toe into her belly and flipped her over onto her back, grinning at her cruelly.
"Now you know who's in charge around here, bitch," he laughed viciously. He reached down and quickly freed her wrists. "You and me are gonna get along just fine, I think. Just keep your mouth shut about what happened, that's all."
He walked to the door of the barn then turned back and smirked at her. "You tell anybody about this, and I promise you, you'll regret it, cunt," he warned her. "People around here know all about you perverted rich bitches. I can spread a real juicy story or two if I want to!"
He laughed coldly then, and slipped out the door, shutting it behind him. Suzanne lay on the floor, moaning, the throbbing pain of the dog's prick still quaking in her pussy, and the taste of the man still on her tongue.
She sobbed, drawing herself up to a sitting position once more. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders and shivered uncontrollably. She could not believe that this had just happened and she felt as if she wanted to die. She would never be the same, she knew, after this night,-and she remained sitting there, moaning and sobbing, rocking from side to side as the horror of that knowledge overwhelmed her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jeff Aust noticed a change in Suzanne almost from the moment he saw her next. It was the morning after their confrontation on the range, and he was shocked at how pale and drawn she appeared to be.
He merely said a casual hello to her, nothing more, and she nearly leaped into the air, trembling with obvious fear. He took her by the shoulders and held her tightly, gazing into her rather dull, yet flashing eyes.
"Hey, Suzy, what the hell is the matter with you?" he asked, anxiously.
"Nothing, nothing, let me go," she hissed, tearing free of his hands and racing into the barn.
She saddled a horse, quickly and was tearing out into the wide open country before he had a chance to press the matter further with her. He watched her galloping away, a feeling of dread in his belly, growing stronger.
He would have thought about the matter some more, if Sam Farrel hadn't rounded the barn and barked at him to get to work. The man's eyes were red-rimmed with the effects of whiskey and his hands trembled a bit with a hangover.
"Come on, punk, I ain't paying you to stand around jerking off," Sam snarled. "You can dream about pussy on your own time, kid."
Jeff, whose strongest point was not his temper, fought to control himself. He could not afford to anger the man, who not only would Fire him on the slightest whim, he knew, but would more than likely beat him to a pulp, besides.
Jeff was not the biggest guy in the world, and he didn't like his chances in a fight with Sam Farrel. The man might be a bully and a drunk, but he out-weighed Jeff by at least seventy pounds and was all muscle, besides.
So the young man had swallowed his rage at the bully's insults and gone off to clean out the stables as ordered. As he was pitching the horse shit into a pile, he wondered, grimly, why he bothered with this trip.
Clearly, Suzanne was lost to him, he knew, now. Whatever had spooked her during the night, didn't change the fact that she had been as cold as ice to him yesterday afternoon. She had changed all right, and it made him ache with sorrow to think of it.
He had come all this way to be near her. in the hopes, that over the summer, they might get together again. But it was clearly hopeless to him, now. There was going to be no chance of that.
I should just say the fuck with it, he thought savagely. I don't need to break my ass doing this job. I could have an easier summer than this back home. I could work in Jim Grover's bar and make more money, too.
He shook his head, the urge to leave at once, almost too much to bear. He hated this back-breaking, dirty work. Hated the man that ran over him like a raging bull most of the time. He knew that Farrel had no respect for him, considered him to be less than worthy.
To his mind, things were not going to get better, and he was being stupid to put up with it for a single minute more. He had a plane ticket back, to be used any time he wanted to. He could be home in half a day, working in a bar and probably getting laid, too. in less than another.
He set down the pitchfork and thought about it for a moment. What did he need all this for, he wondered. Why kill himself over a bitch that didn't give a damn about him anymore. He shook his head, bitterly.
All the thinking in the world wasn't going to do him any good, though, because he knew damn well that lie wasn't going anywhere. He was going to stay right there, chasing Suzanne Kennerly until the deal ran out.
I'm an asshole, he thought with bitter amusement. I'm hung up on the lady and I can't get away from it. They'll have to kick me off this ranch before I leave, and that probably wouldn't do it, either.
He went back to work, then, moaning under the harshness of his labor, realizing that there was nothing else he could do but continue to try and win her back. When you're stuck on a woman, he thought grimly, you have no choice.
Suzanne Kennerly rode savagely and wildly through the desert, then, fighting the tears that came to her eyes, and the nagging curse that whirled in her mind. To her bitter amusement. she wondered how Jeffrey Aust would feel if he knew the tables had been turned, now.
It was no longer he that was unworthy of her, she felt, but she unworthy of him. After what she had gone through, after what she allowed to have happen to her, no decent man could ever touch her again, she thought.
There was no way she could let a kind, good young man like Jeffrey Aust soil his manhood in her fouled chamber, now. She could not live with herself, knowing that some good man would be following the perverted tool that had spent itself inside of her pit, staining her flesh forever.
She felt the powerful movement of the horse beneath her, and a wave of erotic pleasure rippled through her loins. She was not surprised at the sensation, she had had it before. It was just that she was realizing, now, what it truly meant.
She could not deny her thoughts of last night, the clear image of her own pet taking her, as the big German shepherd pumped in and out of her cunt. She had not fought the animal, had not even fought Sam Farrel when he took her by the mouth, after the dog was finished.
She was inhuman, she felt, a disgusting animal. Never in her life had she thought she would fall so low, become such a worthless and pitiful creature. The only man good enough for her, now, she realized, grimly, was someone the likes of Sam Farrel, another pig that did not know anything of human goodness.
He had warned her not to say anything to anyone about what had happened, and she had to laugh at that. How could she ever speak of it, she wondered. How could she ever tell a single, living soul about her shame?
He had nothing to worry about on that count. She wasn't about to degrade herself any further. She would not tell what had happened. For if she did, she knew she would have to admit her secret shame. That she had enjoyed the dog fucking her.
As much as she wanted to avoid that realization, she could not, in the end, get away from it. The huge cock throbbing inside of her had brought her to an orgasm. She had taken it willingly, now, she realized, and she would never be clean again.
How she wished she could kill herself, now. How she ached to have the courage to end her now damned life. She could not bear the thought of living with this evil about herself, but she knew she would not be able to do anything about it.
She rode the horse almost to exhaustion. She stayed out on the plains for the whole day, beating both herself and the animal savagely, in some strange effort to purge herself of the sin she felt she carried.
But in the end, when she and the poor, ragged, beast, limped back to the barn, she had not accomplished her desire. The shame and bitter self-disgust were just as strong as ever, and the sense of hopelssness, burned just as fiercely in her soul.
For several days after that, she kept to her room, when she wasn't out riding. She explained that she was doing a lot of reading, and felt tired from the delayed let-down of the end of the school year.
She knew that few, if any of the other guests believed her, especially her mother, but she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone. Her mother was constantly at her about hiding herself away, and when the woman had to return home to care for a friend taken sick, she was grateful for the sudden illness. With her mother gone, the rest would leave her to herself as she wanted.
Only Sam Farrel persisted in bothering her, he and Jeffrey Aust, of course. Farrel she could handle. He obviously wanted another session with her, but she was able to put him o'ff, claiming to be too ill to indulge in passion. Jeff was another story.
While Farrel had to always be watching of his wife's sharp and roving eyes, Jeff had no such worries to keep him from constantly being around. It was not that he made any attempt to bother her directly, but his mere and continual presence kept her sense of shame burning brightly inside of her.
She would sun herself by the pond, while the rest of the guests were at lunch, and he would pick that time to clean the water of scum and twigs. She would try to ignore him, but always found it impossible.
His obvious concern for her, the love that was as clear on his face as his own name, was a damning look to her. She wanted to hate him, wanted to rage at him, to find him horrible in some manner. That she could not do that at all, made it all the worse for her, "Why don't you just go home?" she hissed at him savagely, trying to hurt him one afternoon. "You are being stupid. I don't love you, and I never will. I find you silly and dumb, go home!"
All he did was smile, knowingly. "You got something else bothering you, Suzy," he told her softly. "I might remind you of it. but it isn't me, and you know it."
"Yes, yes it is, damn you!" she screeched. "You're always around, always looking at me! You make me sick!"
"Why don't you just tell me what the hell is eating at you, honey?" he said, kindly. "I just might be able to help, you know!"
She had no answer to that, other than to burst into tears and flee to her cabin, sobbing uncontrollably while he looked after her. She could do nothing more than fall across her bed, crying wildly, feeling both shamed and lost, aching to rush into his arms, knowing that she could not. She had been a fool, and now she was paying for it, dearly.
There was nothing for her to do now, but respond to Sam Parrel's request that she meet him in the stables after dinner that evening. She felt the curious mixture of dread and anticipation all through the meal, and trembled visibly as she showered before meeting the man.
She was caught in the bind of her own humiliation and perversion, she realized, and there was no escape from the twisted desires that seemed to have been awakened in her mind and flesh.
Sam Farrel was waiting for her, of course, his body alive with passion and desire as he watched the young, lithe body approaching the barn. In one brief span of time he had taken her from her lofty heights of haughty grandeur and put her in her place.
She was wearing a long, flowing robe this evening, one that fluffed about her slender, supple frame with rich promise. His cock was already growing hard in his pants as she steadily approached the barn.
He could see that she was wearing nothing beneath the robe, for her breasts rode high and pointed on her rib cage, the tiny nipples making pointed dots against the bright yellow coloring of the robe. It swirled against her mound, attractively, and even from his distance, he could see the luscious hillock throbbing beneath the flowing garment.
"Come on, baby," he chuckled softly, when she reached the door. "I been waiting on you for a week, bitch!' Suzanne nodded, her eyes lowering in shame as she stepped into the warm, musky barn. The odor of animals drifted up into her nostrils and the quivering excitement grew stronger in her loins.
"I got some real fun planned for us tonight, bitch," Sam cackled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder and squeezing her breasts, harshly. "You're gonna love what I got in mind for you this time!"
For Suzanne, the words he spoke had little meaning. She was well aware that he planned to degrade her further, but it did not seem to make much difference to her now. Whatever he could do, could be no worse than the suffering she had already endured, the shame she already carried inside of her.
"Let's just get on with it," she sighed, turning and pressing her mouth to his. "You know you have me in your control, why taunt me this way?"
She was kissing him hungrily, then, rolling her pink, moist tongue back and forth against his teeth, and grinding her crotch against his own, throbbing groin. He chuckled with a gasp of pleasure and pushed her away.
"Take it easy, little rich girl," he snarled cruelly. "Since I'm in charge around here, I'll decide what we do and when we do it."
He pushed her away from him, roughly and stared at her body quivering under the robe she was wearing. Smiling coldly, he slowly unbuttoned the pearl buttons that ran from her neck to the hem of the robe.
Suzanne stood quietly as she felt his hard hands roaming downward over the robe. He took great delight in making the undressing of her a slow, tortured process. It was obvious to her, that he wished to make her humiliation complete and drawn out.
When the last of the buttons was unfastened, he pushed the robe apart and gazed at her quivering flesh as it was revealed to his greedy eyes. Her watched her pert, round breasts rising and falling with her labored, frightened breathing, and admired the damp thatch of silken hair that covered her mound.
"You are a good-looking little bitch," he whispered hungrily. "I'll give you that! And already wet for something big and hard, huh, cunt?"
He ran the hard, calloused palm of his hand downward over her breasts and stomach and she moaned as she felt the greedy fingers massaging her moist, warm flesh. She gasped as she felt his fingers slithering through her cunt hair, kneading and caressing the damp bush between her thighs.
"Ahh, yeah, you got a sweet little pussy," chuckled Sam, slithering the tips of his thick, stubby fingers back and forth against her pussy lips. "Nice and tight, just like a little bitch should be!"
Suzanne moaned, wondering which emotion was worse, the shame she felt for her humiliation at the hands of this cruel, vicious man, or the powerful lust that he was giving her, despite her revulsion at his touch.
Sam smiled grimly. "A little bitch like you thinks she's too good for the likes of me," he chuckled. "I know you feel that way, baby, that's why I'm taking you down a peg, little by little!"
Suzanne shuddered as she felt the man's fingers kneading and fondling her cunt mound. She groaned as he pressed the hard knob of his thumb against her clit, sending hot, stinging waves of pleasure tearing through her loins.
She leaned forward against the caressing hand, jutting her hillock tightly into it, gasping as she felt his free hand clutching at one of her warm, round globes. He squeezed the tiny sphere in his massive fist, then, digging his fingers de ly into the warm, pliant flesh of her boob.
"Ohh, God, just give it to me," she moaned, sobbing a bit as her passion began to get out of control. "You know I need it, give it to me, now!"
He laughed again, feeling her little heart pounding under his gripping fingers, and the throbbing heat pouring from her loins. He squeezed her captured tit a little harder and slipped two of his thick, fat digits into her creamy chamber.
Her cunt quaked with pleasure, then and she fell against him heavily, her lips roaming greedily over his. He slipped the invading spears deeper into her cunt, twisting and turning them to the depths of her luscious chamber.
"Nice little baby, hot little bitch," he chuckled, roaming his own mouth over hers, deliberately, now. "Ahh, yeah, that's it, baby, squeeze my prick, you sweet little cunt!"
Her fingers were anxiously roaming over the bulge at the front of his trousers, now, gripping and squeezing the hard, pounding weapon that lay behind them. She felt its hardness growing stronger, and her flesh quickened with excitement as she fondled the expanding tool.
Sam Farrel's cock ached with pleasure as the young girl squeezed and massaged it through his jeans. He rocked from left to right on his heels, allowing her tongue to spear between his teeth and search, desperately, for his own.
He knew he was in complete control now, and it pleased him to no end, to know that the girl was in his power. As he kneaded her breast, rubbing the nipple savagely with his thumb, he felt content and anxious at the same time. .
The tender nugget beneath his scraping thumb was throbbing with life, tingling with excitement as he pushed it in a lazy circle. Her pussy walls were undulating against his now thrusting fingers, and her inner muscles were gripping and squeezing the plunging spears of his fingers, greedily.
"Jesus, bitch, when you get hot, you get hot, don't you?" he cackled wildly. "I can see you ain't no miss cunt no more, you want my prick, bad, don't you?"
Fumbling with his zipper, Suzanne groaned uncontrollably, then. "Yes, God damn you, yes," she sobbed. "I need it, I need it right now!"
She pulled the zipper down and his thick, hard prong fell into her palm, heavily. She felt it beating savagely against her creamy, soft flesh, and she wrapped her slender finger's around the huge spear, greedily.
Sam groaned as he felt the girl squeezing his prong, gripping it with a growing passion in her dainty fist. She moved her fingers up and down along the length of his spear, twisting and turning them in a harsh, violent manner.
His balls were churning with hot come, now, and his legs felt weak as the young girl massaged his throbbing shaft. Her soft, lithe body trembled helplessly in his embrace now, and her tongue slashed at his, with a passionate fury.
Her lips were moist and succulent, and he kissed her savagely, then. He bit her lower petal hard and was pleased to hear a gasp of pain escaping her throat. He intended to do more than just fuck this bitch, now. He was going to make sure she never even thought about looking down on him again.
Over her shoulder, he could see the stallion. Whirlwind, stomping up and down in its stall. The horse was clearing agitated by the female scent in the air and Sam smiled as he watched the animal shifting on its legs with increasing exitement.
He drove his tongue hard against Suzanne's then, lashing her moist, pink spear in a cruel, driving manner. His fingers rode in and out of her cunt, now, with a furious, vicious force and he could feel the digits getting sticky and wet with the thick, creamy juice of love that formed in her precious pit.
She drove her own delicate fingers up and down on his tool, wildly, now, squeezing and kneading the prong with a fierce abandon. All that she could think about, was the fire building steadily in her loins, and the involuntary spasms that were growing more fierce in her pit each time a tremor rippled through her.
Suzanne realized she was caught by aching need, now. She could not understand this wild, unrelenting desire that was roaring in her cunt, but she knew she could not escape or resist it any longer.
"Ohh, Jesus, Farrel," she moaned, thickly, yanking on his tool. "Fuck me, will you? Fuck me now, you bastard, now!"
She felt him driving his fingers savagely in and out of her cunt, then, twisting them against her throbbing inner walls with a vicious brutality. She groaned and shuddered, aching as the need roared in her flesh, then.
"I'll fuck you, baby, don't you worry," he chuckled cruelly. "I'm gonna fuck you so bad. you won't be able to stand it, I promise you!"
The cruel digits tortured her moist, hot tunnel viciously, now. He knew exactly how to pump them inside of her, to turn them sensuously and give her the aching delight that she craved. In her hand, his cock was pounding with the fevered, steaming blood that raced through it, expanding the tool to an unbelievable width.
She could feel his own aching greed growing stronger, a full, harsh desire that tore through his shaft with incredible fury. His cock was huge, now, throbbing so violently that she could barely hold it, and his breathing was rapid and forced, a hot, burning breath on her naked shoulders.
"You want a cock, bitch, ohh, you'll get one," he laughed, knowingly. "In fact, I got plans for you, cunt, big plans! I'm gonna give you all the cock you can handle."
Suzanne could barely understand him, then, so thick was his speech, and the roaring in her ears from her own pleasure, so loud and violent. She cared about very little at this point. Passion was all that concerned her, then.
She felt him driving his fingers in and out of her pussy, savagely, then, laughing as he turned them against her inner walls, making her jerk spasmodically with need. She felt his other hand kneading and massaging her boobs, pulling on her nipples painfully, making every part of her body come alive with need.
Sam Farrel's prick was aching powerfully, now. It was roaring with greed, a hot, steaming weapon that yearned for the ultimate release. He could take her any way that he wanted to, now, and he smiled, grimly as she pumped her little fingers savagely back and forth against his throbbing tool.
For Sam, this moment was one of pure and savage satisfaction. He had the little cunt exactly where he wanted her. She was totally helpless in his hands, and he could make her do anything, he realized.
"You belong to me, you little slut," he snarled viciously in her ear. "I'm gonna have you do a lot of things to amuse me, bitch, a whole lot of things, indeed!"
"Anything, anything you want," Suzanne moaned, shocked and sickened by the powerful, helpless pleading in her voice. "Ohh, Jesus, I can't help myself, I can't!"
She squeezed his prick, passionately then, and tried, desperately to pull the huge, pounding weapon to her cunt. Sam laughed in a harsh, cruel tone of voice, twisting her around, and jamming his fingers deep into her pit.
"Not yet, bitch, I ain't ready for you, yet," he snarled at the trembling, moaning girl.
"I'm gonna give you my cock, all right, you got to entertain me a little, cunt!"
She had no idea what he meant, of course. The only thing Suzanne was aware of now, was the harsh, violent pounding in her pussy, and the fierce, burning fire of lust that seemed to be consuming her, then.
She felt Sam walking her across the barn floor, pushing her backward by the fingers in her pussy and the hand that gripped her breast. She moaned as her soft, spongy buttocks backed into the stall of the horse behind her, and he pressed her body hard against the rough, raw wood.
"You really want it bad, don't you, bitch?" Sam cackled savagely. "You really want this cock something fierce, huh?"
She nodded, feeling his hand dropping from her breasts and slithering around behind her. "Yes, yes, you know I do," she moaned wildly. "Please, Farrel, now, give it to me, now!"
The door behind her swung open and the horse stamped excitedly in the stall. Sam maneuvered her into the small cubicle, pushing her back toward the agitated animal, now, laughing harshly.
"Well, baby, I ain't alone in my horniness, you know," he chuckled softly. "That horse you like to ride so much, is turned on, too!"
He spun her around and forced her to look at the horse, its thick prick already swelling up in its sheath. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the horse's growing cock, and a ripple of fear and disgust tore through her, then.
"Whirlwind likes you too, baby, he really likes you a lot," Sam chuckled cruelly. "I think he could get off on a little attention from you, cunt, maybe a blow job, huh?"
Suzanne groaned, her mind raging with the perversion of what Sam was suggesting. She flashed back to the night he had forced her to fuck the dog, and she felt the churning sickness rumbling in her belly.
"Ohh, God, Farrel, please, no," she murmured, trembling and now attempting to pull away from him. "Don't make me do that, Farrel, ohh, God, don't make me!"
Sam Farrel tightened his grip on her long, slender arm and pulled his fingers from her cunt. He gripped her other limb, tightly and shook the girl ruthlessly, then.
"You listen to me, bitch," he snarled in a cold, vicious voice. "You're gonna do what I say, understand? I can mess you up so bad, you won't be able to think straight, remember that!"
He had already once threatened to expose her deeds to the rest of the people on the ranch, and she had no doubt that he would.
She watched the excited animal bucking gently now, its huge, brown shaft pulsating visibly.
"Now, you're gonna suck that horse's prick, baby," he whispered violently. "And suck it good, see? Then, while you're doing that, I'm gonna fuck you good!"
He shoved her toward the animal now, and the horse whinnied its excitement and delight as she approach. It was snorting through its thick, blackish nostrils, its eyes flashing with anticipation.
"Do a good job on him, baby," Sam cooed lovingly in her ear. "And I'll give that pussy of yours a nice fucking, I promise you!"
His fingers were slithering over her belly and cunt mound now, while his free hand twisted one of her arms up around her back. He pushed her forward toward the awaiting steed, his cock now thrusting savagely at her buttocks.
Suzanne moaned, trembling with fear and now unmistakable excitement. She watched the cock as it throbbed between the animal's legs, pulsating obviously, with need. She was now standing beside the beast, feeling the heat of his body next to hers.
"Take the prick, baby," Sam Farrel snarled in her ear. "Go ahead, you'll love it! Take hold of it bitch, take it now!"
Suzanne moaned with self-loathing and shame as she reached out and took hold of the creatures thick, hard weapon. The huge cock pulsated violently against her soft, exquisite digits and she gasped at the warmth that was racing through the massive tool.
The horse snorted with delight as the young girl wrapped her fingers around his cock. It jerked on its hind legs as she squeezed the prong, and she felt the hot blood begin to charge through its huge member as she squeezed it in her grip.
"That's it, baby, play with his dick," laughed Sam Farrel, his own fingers once more entering her aching pit. "Go ahead, bitch, rub his cock, rub it good!"
As Sam ran his fingers deeper into her pussy, Suzanne was overwhelmed by the desire to please the horse. A part of her was on fire with shame and self-disgust, while another part of her, equally as strong and demanding, was fascinated by the power she felt in the stallion's tool.
It pounded with a Fierce power she would never have dreamed of. The cock was so big and strong that it made her feel breathless and weak just to touch it. Hot waves of blood tore through the surging weapon, and it quaked against the soft, warm flesh of her palm with a fierce and savage fury.
Slowly she kneaded and squeezed her hand back and forth along the length of the animal's tool. The horse snorted once more, making sounds of pleasure as she massaged his weapon, whinnying and neighing with obvious excitement.
Sam Farrel, felt his cock rubbing back and forth against the moist, warm cleft between Suzanne's buttocks, and he moaned with the delightful tingle he felt in his groin. Her tender cleft was quivering deliciously against his hard shaft, and his prick ached to plunge between her spongy half moons, and bury itself deep in her hot, tight tunnel.
He slithered his hand down over the smooth, quivering curve of her bottom and kneaded her precious cheeks, savagely. The girl groaned in aching delight, shifting from left to right on her feet, gasping as she felt the man massaging her tender mounds.
Two of his fingers wormed their way between her fleshy globes and began to probe, anxiously, at the moist, warm dot of her rectal entrance. She gasped as she felt him pushing eagerly against her ruby opening, and she tightened the quivering entrance, with an instinctive locking of her rectal muscles.
He chuckled cruelly, twisting and turning the insistent fingers against her moist, warm entrance. "Better ease up, baby," he chuckled viciously. "Because I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours, whether you want it or not!"
She sobbed as he thrust his fingers once more against her anal opening. The pain burst in her tiny bum tunnel and she cried out as he forced two of the fingers inside of her, then. She felt the cruel, uncaring prongs turning against her bum walls, forcing them to widen, and the sweat of pain burst on her flesh, making her moan with the hopelessness of her' position.
The horse's cock was now pounding savagely in her fingers, growing thicker and thicker with each passing moment. She felt it swelling rapidly against her hand, prying her fingers apart with the sheer strength of its expansion.
Now the animal was in a savage and excited state. It nodded its head wildly and leaped up and down with agitated desire. The blood that throbbed through his tool was so hot and furious, that her tiny hand was growing warm with the sheer power of the steaming liquid.
Sam stared at the girl's kneading fingers and his own prick pounded with a fierce wanting. He grunted as he thrust his fingers deep into her asshole, feeling the slippery warm of her narrow tunnel gripping the digits tightly.
"Ohh, baby, yeah, I'm getting there," he laughed, his voice thick and tortured with need. "Umm, sweet bitch, go on, start licking that prick of his!"
He pushed her head forward with his free hand and the young girl moaned as her face came near to the cock she was holding in her hand, The dank, sweet odor of the animal's sweat and lust invaded her nostril's then, and she gagged, as her mouth suddenly made contact with the huge, throbbing weapon she was holding.
She could not keep herself from running her tongue over the surface of the creature's prick, and instantly the horse responded. It jerked spasmodically as she kissed it, snorting and whinnying its delight.
Slowly, she began to run her tongue back and forth along the length of the tool, her anal mucles now relaxing under the unrelenting attack of Sam's fingers. She could not believe she was doing this, now, but her mouth roamed over Whirlwind's cock with increasing passion and her tender bum was obviously preparing for Sam's invasion.
"That's it, bitch, lick him," he cackled wildly, then, twisting his fingers cruelly inside her moist tunnel. "Yeah, get down on his dick, bitch, and let me get my prick in your little hole!"
For Suzanne Kennerly, it was as if the world had suddenly turned upside down, and her own sense of herself had been shattered. She could almost stand outside of herself, then, and watch, with mounting disgust and horror as she attacked the horse's prick with her mouth.
She licked and lathered the creature's shaft, hungrily, then, nipping at it with her perfect, even teeth. She felt the pulsating thrill of its passion against her soft, pliant lips, and she eagerly lathered the prong, now.
Sam's fingers were plunging in and out of her asshole, savagely, then. The shock of pain roared through her tender, moist canal, but she made no move to escape, now. He laughed in delight, spreading her inner walls as far apart as possible with the plunging spears, while he rubbed his own, tortured meat, back and forth against the wet, warm flesh of her lovely thigh.
"Ahh, Jesus, bitch, you got me hot," he snarled, thrusting his fingers into her bum as deeply as they would go. "Yeah, bitch, I'm ready, man, am I ever ready!"
Now this horrifying event was about to unfold in all its sickening fury, Suzanne realized. She felt the huge, thick horse prick at her lips, pounding with a violent and undeniable fury, and she seemed helpless to do anything other than accept the massive prong in her mouth.
"Take it, bitch, take it, and suck on him, now," he growled at her, fiercely. "I want to see him popping his load in your mouth, right when I'm doing mine in your asshole, baby! Suck his cock, suck it good!"
Suzanne could do nothing, now, but as he ordered her to. She moaned, opening her lips wide, gathering the animal's thick, long tool inside with her tongue. The horse snorted and neighed loudly as it felt her lovely, succulent petals fastening tightly around his shaft, her tongue stabbing at the surface of its prick at the same time.
Now, Sam's prick was pounding with an agonizing fury. As he watched the girl sucking the horse's cock into her mouth, he pulled his fingers from her bum and drew his cock up between her warm, quivering buttocks.
He spread her cheeks apart and thrust, violently, at the warm, quivering dot of her rectal chamber. She screamed in pain as he drove his cock into her asshole. The huge, hot prong was like a burning iron as it entered her. She felt it forcing her narrow, moist tube apart, spreading her inner walls beyond their normal width, now.
Slowly, she rode the horse's prick as deeply into her mouth and throat as she could. The animal's huge weapon was too big for her, but she got enough of it into her mouth and silken tunnel to hold it fast, and be able to lather it, hungrily.
Sam's cock was twisting and turning its way deep into her asshole, then, and he groaned as he powered his meat into the hot, gripping canal. He felt her rectal muscles kneading his plunging shaft, holding it tightly, and he laughed with cruel delight as he buried himself to the hilt in her tender, swollen passage.
"Ahh, Jesus, baby, you got a tight little asshole," he chuckled savagely. "Umm, that's nice, cunt, a real nice little hole, yeah!"
His fingers clasped over her small, bobbing breasts now, and he squeezed them cruelly as he began to rock his cock back and forth along her anal tube. He dug his digits deep into her spongy globes and shuddered as he slid his tool in and out of her lovely bum passage.
Suzanne was took weak and horrified to do anything else now, but pump the horse's prick back and forth against her mouth. She lathered and sucked the animal's tool as hard as she could, then, realizing there was no other course for her to follow, now.
She bobbed her head back and forth, wildly, feeling the thick, gnarled shaft expanding more and more in her mouth. The horse jumped and neighed wildly, now, obviously approaching a swift and powerful climax as she attacked it.
Sam Farrel was in ecstasy, then, his cock riding savagely in and out of her asshole, as he watched her sucking the animal off. He laughed with a cruel and vicious delight, clearly thrilled by what the girl was doing, even as he was fucking her tender pit.
'Harder and harder he drove his cock into her soft, moist bum. Her anal walls were flexing around his tool, uncontrollably, then, gripping and kneading his plunging meat as he continued to bury it inside her.
Suzanne felt nothing but the pain in her buttocks, then, and the harsh, compelling throbbing of the horse's prick in her mouth. She was consumed by the shame and horror .of her perversion now, and the way she enjoyed all that was happening to her, made her sick to the depths of her soul.
She could not help herself, however, as she drove the animal's prick into her mouth. She sucked on the pulsating shaft hungrily, thrilling to the vibrations it made against her lips and tongue as she worked on it.
Now the creature could barely keep still and was jumping about, violently as the girl drove it's spear relentlessly toward a violent explosion. The huge cock seemed to be swelling up to bursting in her mouth, and its balls slammed into her chin almost painfully as it rocked on its hooves.
Sam rammed his prick into her asshole was more violence and passion than she thought she could bear, now. She felt the hot, burning weapon searing her inner walls, cruelly, grinding against her tender flesh with a vicious passion.
His hard, massive belly ground cruelly against her soft, spongy buttocks, and his hot, fevered breath washed against her shoulders as he buried his rod to the hilt in her bum once again.
"Ahh, bitch, yeah, gonna come, soon, gonna come soon," he moaned. "Suck that horse dick, baby, suck him off, now! JVlake .-us both come, you sweet cunt!"
As his cock throbbed savagely inside of her asshole, Suzanne could feel the horse's prick pulsating in her mouth, drawing tense and tight as if ;a spring wound beyond its natural limits.
She screamed as the horse ssuddenly climaxed, spurting a violent wave of thick, hot fluid into her mouth. Sam laughed as she gagged on the bursting prong, the hot come spilling over her lips and running down her chin.
"Swallow it, bitch, swallow his come," he snarled, grinding his cock hard and viciously in her bum. "I'm gonna come any second now, you cunt! Swallow every drop of Whirlwind's come, damn you!"
Choking and gagging, the helpless young girl gulped at the come, that continued to pump from the head of the animal's rod. She could taste its bitterness on her tongue and smell the dank aroma of it, even as Sam was ramming his cock more violently than ever before, into her aching anal pit.
The man was on fire with lust now, and knew nothing beyond the powerful desire that was raging in his loins. He powered his meat into her again and again, twisting and turning as he slammed his cock deep into her tiny passage.
Her bum walls burned with the savage force of his attack, and her lithe, slender frame quivered as he pounded his tool into her. Again and again he rammed his cock to the hilt in her asshole, laughing and groaning as his passion reached a fevered pitch in his throbbing groin.
Suddenly the hot come was spurting from his cock as well, and the big man was moaning in delight as he thrust the weapon deeply into her asshole again. He shuddered wildly, moaning his delight, gasping as he licked her trembling shoulders with his tongue.
"Ahh, baby, coming in your asshole, bitch," he laughed in a thick, tortured voice. "Yeah, ummm, boy, it's good, coming in your asshole, so good!"
As the waves of thick, steaming liquid spurted from his cock and seared the tender inner flesh of her hole, she shuddered with the spasms that roared through the man. She felt the huge horse cock in her mouth subsiding in its tremors, though her lovely oral chamber was still full of its thick, sticky come.
She gagged and fell forward as Sam Farrel finished his climax in her asshole. Her bum tunnel throbbed with pain as he finally pushed her away from him, pulling his aching, still trembling weapon from her poor, damaged pit.
"Now you done it all, bitch," he laughed harshly. "I've fucked you in the ass, you fucked a dog, and sucked a horse! You ain't nothing, now, baby, just a scummy little whore, that's all!"
With that, he turned on his heel and left the barn, slamming the door behind him. She lay on the hay-strewn floor, moaning and gagging, the sickness welling up in her belly as the taste of the horse's seed remained on her tongue.
She lay there, sobbing wildly, feeling more foul and perverted than ever before. She could still feel the presence of his cock in her asshole, and she knew she would never be able to erase the taste of Whirlwind's come from her mouth.
She cried, then, softly and hopelessly, the degradation filling her then, blotting out all thoughts other than the clear fact that she was probably one of the most disgusting human beings on earth.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jeff Aust was the one to discover that she had gone. He had tried to find out what was bothering her, and when he discovered she was missing from the small cabin she had taken, he checked for her at the big house.
Naturally he was not allowed inside, and had to peer through the windows of the small club room to see if she was there. After watching the other guests for a few moments, he realized she wasn't with them.
He checked the barn on a hunch, and when he found Whirlwind missing, he realized that she had taken the horse. Normally, a night ride was discouraged in any case, but there was a bad storm brewing in the mountains, and he feared for her safety as he watched the dark clouds gathering overhead.
He could have told Sam Farrel that she was missing, but he pushed that idea out of his mind. He did not want to have to explain his continuing interest in her, nor did he feel all together comfortable even mentioning her to Sam Farrel. He could not get it out of his mind, that her troubles were some way connected with the obvious lust he could see in Sam FarrePs eyes, whenever she was around.
He decided that he would keep her leaving the ranch a secret, and go off and find her himself. Perhaps, he hoped, as he saddled a horse, he could finally get her to open up to him, once he had found her, alone, away from the ranch.
The wind was already picking up as he rode out of the barn, howling softly in a mournful fashion, whistling past his ears. The chilly night air was dropping steadily, and already he was shivering despite the warm jacket he was wearing.
He had not gone more than a mile before the rain began. It came down hard, in thick, driving sheets and in a matter of moments, he was completely drenched, shivering with the harsh cold that accompanied the storm.
Instinctively, he followed the trail that wound up into the mountains. For some reason, he was certain she was headed in that direction. She was on some sort of flight, he imagined, and climbing high and away from the, valley below, seemed to be the method she would use to escape whatever was troubling her.
The rain continued, growing stronger in intensity. He cursed the foul weather and urged his horse onward, though the animal obviously did not want to be out in the cruel, unforgiving elements.
There was a wide, torrent of a river that wound through the mountains, and he pulled up short at a narrow bridge that crossed it. He could see the water lashing at the small, wooden crossing, making it sway back and forth in a dangerous fashion.
His animal jerked in reluctance as he kicked it forward. "Come on, boy, don't be scared," he cooed to the horse. "Just a few steps and we'll be over, okay?"
The horse whinnied in fear and tried to resist, but he yanked hard on the reins and gave it another kick to urge it on. Slowly, hesitantly, the animal began to cross the bridge.
The raging water beneath it lashed and bucked at the wood and the horse grew terrified. Jeff had to hold tight to the animal's neck to keep from being thrown, and fear raged in his heart also, now.
Tortured by terror and doubt, the man and beast made their way over the narrow, dangerous bridge. Jeff could hear the wind howling violently now, and the sound of the bridge yawning and straining at its moorings was frighteningly loud.
At last they had crossed and Jeff heaved a sigh of relief as the creature stepped onto soild earth once more. The trail was steeper at that point, winding ever upward, and he gingerly prodded his animal forward on the path, once more.
Even in the best of conditions, this climb took time and skill, for the path could lurch off at an angle suddenly, pitching one down into the deep, black chasm below without warning. It was a dangerous route, and Jeff was cursing Suzanne Kennerly for being so foolish as to take it, now.
It was as if she were looking for disaster, he though, as he gently and carefully prodded his horse up along the narrow trail. If she wanted to risk her life, she couldn't have picked a better way, he thought.
Now the rain came down as if huge buckets of water were being tossed over the young man's head. The water washed over the path in steams, and the footing became more and more dangerous as they climbed.
His horse stumbled at one point and they swayed above the yawning drop of the cliff for several moments, Jeff's heart beating with terror. When the beast he was sitting upon finally settled down, he slipped from the saddle, deciding it would be safer to walk from now on.
The mud was thick on the trail and he was freezing under his clothing by now. He shivered violently as they made their slow, tortured way upward, the animal he was leading, resisting the climb every step of the way.
There was a small clearing at one level of the climb and he peered into the driving rain and darkness, noticing a familiar shape beside a tree. It was a horse, he finally realized, and he pulled his animal up and off the path, in excitement.
The creature in front of him was standing, passively, beside a tree, and sprawled on theground, where she had obviously been thrown, was the body of Suzanne Kennerly. She lay motionless as Jeff approached and he quickly ran to her.
He turned her over on her back, and he noticed her eye lids fluttering. He sighed in relief, realizing that she was only stunned, and picked her up in his arms. Though he was not a big man, she hardly weighed anything at all, and he held her, steadily, as he peered once more into the driving rain.
He remembered a small lodge a few hundred feet ahead, and in the blanket of rain, he could just make out the shape of the cabin in the distance. He slowly carried the unconscious girl toward the cabin, groaning as he slipped on the muddy earth.
He kicked the door open when he reached the cabin and quickly carried the young girl over to one of the small bunks in the far corner. There was a pile of kindling wood and a generous amount of split logs beside the fire place, and he set to work, building a fire at once.
In just a few moments, he had a small blaze going, and he added lengths of wood to it, until it was burning warmly in the fire place. He rubbed his freezing hand against the heat, and then turned to the girl lying still on the bunk.
Smiling grimly, he stepped over to her and undressed her as quickly as possible. She was soaked to the skin, as he was, and her wet. sodden clothing was cold to his touch as he pulled the garments from her.
Her lovely body was almost blue from the cold and he rubbed her hands and feet to get the blood flowing in them again. She moaned slightly and he quickly covered her with a thick, woolen blanket, then stripped off his own drenched clothing and wrapped himself in another one.
He sat before the fire, adding logs now and again, watching the young girl as she turned on the' narrow bunk, slowly coming back to her senses. After a few minutes, her eyes fluttered open and she groaned as the consciousness came back to her.
"What ... what happened?" she moaned, trying to sit up, but finding herself still to weak to do so. "Where ... where am I?"
He got up and gently forced her back down on the bunk. He slipped a pillow under her head, and tucked the blanket around her, neatly once more. "Take it easy, Suzy'" he whispered softly. "You had a fall, but you're okay, now."
She gazed at him, confused and frightened. "What are you doing here?" she moaned. "And where are we, anyway?"
Jeff Aust smiled. "It's okay, Suzy," he said quietly. "I found you were gone and I came after you. It's a lucky thing I did."
"I wanted to get away," she sighed, then stifling a sob, she turned her head to the way. "I wanted to run, and run, and run!"
"That's a lot of running," he grunted. He slipped his arms under her shoulders. "Come on over here by the fire and get warm!"
Groaning, she allowed him to lift her up from the narrow bunk and take her over to a small sofa placed in front of the fire. The warm blaze was crackling, now, sending a delicious heat pouring from the confinement of the fire place.
She sat down, sighing heavily and allowed him to place her feet on a small stool, baring them to the warmth of the flames. She leaned against the back of the sofa, moaning with an obvious despair.
"I wish you hadn't found me," she said, her voice trembling with an effort to keep from crying. "I wish I could have died out there!"
Jeff sat down on the sofa next to her, though he kept a good distance between them. He stared at her intently, rubbing his own hands in front of the fire, bending over then, to toss another length of wood on the flames.
"Why do you say that?" he asked softly, his voice baring no trace of disgust. "Why in hell would you want that to happen to you?"
"You wouldn't understand," she sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Nobody would. Let's just say I feel that way, that's all!"
Jeff smiled at her. "I think it's kind of silly, Suzy," he chuckled softly. "After all, at our age, nothing can be that bad."
She glared at him. "Jesus, you think you know everything, don't you?" she snarled coldly. "You think you can solve every little problem with a little tender loving care, don't you?"
Jeff shrugged. "It's always worth a try, I guess," he replied happily. "After all, if it wasn't for that, you'd still be freezing to death out there in the rain."
"As well I should be," she answered bitterly. "I don't have much to live for, now, anyway. If you learned what I learned about myself, you might agree!"
The intent in his stare increased, then, as he gazed at her with obvious affection in his eyes. "Why don't you just tell me about it?" he said, simply. "Why don't you just take the chance that I might understand?"
Suzanne Kenner looked into his warm and compassionate eyes and the self-loathing washed over her like the rain that roared outside the small cabin. The fierce hatred and shame, she felt for herself became almost unbearable in that moment, and she hated him, too, for the goodness she saw in his eyes.
At that moment, she wanted to hurt him, and hurt him savagely. She wanted to inflict as much pain on him as she possibly could. She smiled grimly, then, nodding her head as she drew the blanket tighter around her trembling body.
"You really want to know, don't you?" she chuckled coldly. "You really think I'm so sweet and wonderful that I couldn't possibly have anything that wrong, don't you?"
"I'm no saint, Suzy," he replied softly. "And I know that you aren't one, either. But that doesn't mean you're evil, in any case."
She laughed, her voice bitter and shrill again. "All right, Jeffrey," she said, coldly. "You want to know, I'll tell you! I'll tell you all of it!"
The flames crackled loudly in the fire place, and the rain and wind outside the small cabin whistled and howled as she told him of her encounters with Sam Farrel. She left nothing out, not a single portion of the incidents. She watched his eyes, closely, eager to see the hurt she was inflicting on him, welling up in them, now.
Perversely, unable to bear the kindly light with which the young man saw her, she wanted to shatter that affection, now. She wanted to destroy the good feelings he had for her, wanted, desperately,.to see the horror and revulsion in his eyes.
She was smiling as she told him. her lips drawn back in an almost animalistic snarl. She could tell that she was hurting him, and it made her eager to continue, eager to tell him all of it. Just how degraded and perverted she truly was.
"And I loved it, do you understand, I loved it," she cackled almost insanely. "I wanted to do it, I did! And I'll probably do it again, understand?"
She was smiling fiercely, now, and she could see his hands trembling, making fists as he stared back at her. She waited for the blows she knew would come, waited for him to start beating her savagely in anger, horror and shock.
But he merely smiled weakly in return and shook his head, sadly. "I'm sorry for you, Suzy," he whispered anxiously. "I really, really am sorry for you!"
"Fuck you," she hissed savagely, sneering at him. "I don't need your sympathy, you little bastard. Go to hell!"
He grabbed her by her wrists then and she gasped, leaning back from the punch she was certain he was going to throw. But he did not hit her. He merely held tightly to her wrists and shook her a bit to get her attention.
"You little jerk," he whispered harshly. "I'm not sorry for your sickness, or for what you did! I'm sorry because it's obviously tearing you apart!"
"I'm fine, you idiot, just fine," she snarled, pulling her hands away from him, then. "I don't care what happens-to me, now, I don't!"
"That much is obvious," he sighed. He turned and threw another log on the fire, and spoke, staring into the raging, yellow and red flames. "You're so disgusted and upset with yourself, you don't know what to do."
Suzanne sobbed, turning away from him and pressing her face into the side of the sofa. "How do you expect me to feel?" she moaned. "After all the perverted things I've done, how do you think I should feel?"
She was shuddering violently, she was crying so hard, and he turned his head, and stared at her fondly. He could see the blanket rising up and down on her shoulders as she cried, and her tragic figure made his heart ache for her.
He reached out and took hold of her shoulders, turning her around to face him, then. "You shouldn't hate yourself," he said warmly. "That much I do know."
She sobbed, falling against him now, feeling utterly helpless in that moment. She had expected everything from him but compassion, and she buried her head into his chest, weeping openly, now.
"Ohh, God, I feel like shit, Jeffrey, just shit," she wailed. 'Tin worthless, completely vile, I know it, I do!"
He sighed patting her head gently as he held her. "No, that's not true," he said, simply. "It just isn't true!"
"How can you say that?" she gasped, quivering violently in his embrace. "How can you even begin to say that, after what I've told you?"
Jeff Aust chuckled softly, squeezing her tenderly now. He could feel her tight, slender body crushing against his, even feel the hard points of her nipples through the blankets that separated them.
"Because I know enough about people, not to find them disgusting," he assured her. "I may not understand what they do, but I don't condemn them out of hand."
Suzanne Kennerly felt a wave of aching need washing through her then. She sobbed and mashed herself more tightly to his body, quivering with a mixture of excitement and love for him.
He was rocking her gently back and forth now, kneading her shoulders with his hands. She felt a curious strength coming off of him, a warm, compelling concern and desire to help her that both shocked and comforted her.
"You ... you really don't find me disgusting, Jeff?" she moaned, her voice quivering with her disbelief. "You don't think I'm some kind of perverted creature?"
"No, I don't," he laughed softly, without any mocking in his tone of voice. "I think you're a little confused and worried, but I don't think you're sick, baby!"
He reached up and lifted her head to face him. His eyes were warm and tender and she sighed as he bent his mouth to hers. "I love you, Suzy," he whispered, kissing her tenderly. "Maybe being so alone and afraid in the role you have been playing led you to do what you did, I don't know. But it doesn't matter, it really doesn't!"
She felt his mouth, strong and manly moving over hers now and she shivered as the pleasing, familiar pleasure began to tingle in her loins. She felt his tongue slithering back and forth against her small, even teeth, and as parted them willingly under the probing spear.
As his tongue slithered into her mouth, wrapping itself gently around her own, she moaned in pleasure. "Ohh, I want you, Jeffrey, I do," she whispered hungrily. "I want you badly, darling, so very badly!"
Jeff Aust's hands slipped the folds of the blanket apart then, and cupped, tenderly, under her pert, round breasts. He felt them quivering against his palms, the blood pounding in the precious spheres with increasing fury.
Her nipples began to grow taut and erect against his palms and he moaned with a powerful rumbling that was beginning to surge in his own loins, now.
"Ohh, Suzy, Suzy, you're so beautiful," he groaned, squeezing her lovely, warm boobs gently in his fingers. "I love you so much, baby, so much!"
Her mouth moved hungrily over his and she reached up with one of her hands and tenderly pulled one of his hands down to her lap. "Ummm, touch me there, darling," she moaned anxiously. "I want you to touch me there, now, please!"
Jeff Aust's groin was throbbing, now, as he roamed his fingers over the girl's moist, warm pit. He felt the undulating heat pouring from her cave, washing over his digits enticingly. A thin stream of love juice was already dripping from her quivering chamber, and it coated his digits with its sticky film, delightfully, then.
"You are my only love, Suzy," he whispered passionately, now. He slithered the tips of his fingers over her throbbing cunt mound and felt her jerking spasmodically in response to his caress. "My only love, baby, for truth!"
Suzanne Kennerly groaned, the awful horror and feeling of emptiness leaving her swiftly, now. She felt his fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts, rolling her nipples back and forth, and his other hand gently massaging her aching cunt mound.
She realized that he meant what he said, and the powerful desire she was feeling for him grew even stronger in her pussy. She mashed her mouth down hungrily against his, now. kissing him wildly.
"Ohh, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, we waited too long," she moaned, slithering her own, delightful hand beneath his blanket, now. "Too damn long, my darling!"
She found his cock with her greedy fingers, already erect and throbbing between his legs. He gasped as she wrapped her soft, slender digits around the pulsating shaft, squeezing it harshly in her tiny fist.
The pleasure raced through his manhood powerfully, making him shudder as the darling young girl kneaded his aching tool. He felt her warm, gripping digits working up and down on his prong, squeezing and massaging it to full erection.
He had been waiting for such a chance with her for years, and he was determined that he would erase the awful memory of her incidents with Sam Farrel, by the pure and clean passion he would give to her.
To his mind, nothing that had gone on before mattered, for her warmth and throbbing excitement was all that was important to him. now. He roamed his fingers greedily over her pussy mound, twisting and turning them against her damp, warm bush, slithering the tips of his digits up and down along the cleft between her wet, quivering cunt petals. She gasped with delight, thrusting her pussy up hard against his hand, then, and he chuckled softly as he pinched the tender lips between his fingers, now.
She groaned thickly, pumping her hand rapidly up and down on his cock, now, twisting her lovely fingers against his throbbing meat with increasing passion. "Ummm, darling, I'm going to make you feel so good," she promised, her voice giggling passionately. "I'm just going to make you feel so nice!"
She shifted her body around, then, slithering her lips downward along his chest. She kissed him passionately, all the while her lips traveling toward the thick, hard shaft she held in her hand.
She nuzzled her head in his lap, lathering the base of his rod with her tongue, and the young man groaned, shuddering spasmodically as he felt her lovely lips roaming over his aching meat.
She giggled softly as she moved her mouth against his flesh. She could feel the burning blood racing through his shaft as she rolled her tongue over it, and when she nibbled at his hard, hot meat with her teeth, she heard the groan of pleasure escaping his lips and ringing in her ears.
Lovingly, she moved her tongue over the surface of his cock, snapping at the head of his tool in a wicked fashion. Jeff jerked once more, the aching spasm of delight tearing through him, now, as the gnawing need spread throughout his loins.
"Ahh, God, Suzy, that's so good," he sighed, shuddering once more as the lovely girl worked her mouth down to the root of his prong. "Yes, that's it, that's it!"
She giggled again, pleased to be able to affect him this way. Slowly she worked her mouth to the base of his tool, licking and stabbing at it violently with her tongue.
Hungrily she attacked the thick, hairy sack that contained his balls. She stabbed her tongue at his flesh, violently, slicing it around the throbbing stones with greedy passion. He gasped as she opened her mouth, lifting his balls inside with the tip of her precious dart.
She locked her moist, warm lips around his sack and sucked on the trapped nuggets powerfully. The harsh, aching spasms tore through his flesh, violently, then, making Jeff jerk and shudder" with the most powerful and delight sensations he had ever known.
She lathered his imprisoned rocks with her tongue, then, slapping them back and forth in her mouth as she sucked hard on the aching stones. She hummed softly, sending violent spasms of vibrating air against his flesh, making the young man groan thickly, with delight.
"Ohh, Jesus, yes, yes," he sobbed, his voice broken and spent with need. "Ahh, baby, Suzy, let me do the same! Let me do the same for you, now!"
Hungrily, he squirmed his body around the narrow width of the couch, until his lips were pressed greedily against her belly. She sighed contentedly as she felt his tongue roaming down through the soft, silken hair that covered her crotch, stabbing greedily at her damp, quivering mound.
Jeff slithered his spear over her cunt petals and she moaned wildly, thrusting her cunt against his mouth. He flicked the tip of the spear at her twitching clit, spreading the lips of her pussy apart to reveal the tender button.
As his tongue slashed at the quivering knob, waves of' hot, stinging pleasure tore through her cunt, and the young girl sobbed and twisted savagely on the sofa in response. She moaned as she felt him sucking on her love button, lathering it with his tongue, while he drank the creamy, damp juice of her pussy, greedily.
Her smooth, warm thighs clasped tightly against his head and she moved her own adorable mouth swiftly back up along his cock, now. As the young man sucked and lashed at her cunt with his tongue, nibbling on her flesh, savagely, she bucked her pussy hard against his face, and made her way toward the throbbing helmet of his tool.
She drew her teeth along the length of his cock, slashing her tongue at the hot, pounding flesh as she went along. He moaned wildly and shuddered, groaning when her sweet, soft lips reached the tortured head of his manhood.
Now she opened her mouth and drew the huge, thick prong inside. Jeff Aust nearly leaped from the sofa, so powerful was the tremor of pleasure that tore through him, when the darling girl fastened her lips and teeth around his captured cock.
She giggled and drew more of his tool into her mouth, relaxing her throat passage for the huge prong to slither down into. The hot, moistness of her flesh surrounding him then, and the pure delight of her silken tunnel was overwhelming in its sensual beauty. The young man groaned, thrusting forward, and eagerly she allowed him to bury his prick to the hilt in her velvet canal.
Slowly they began to rock back and forth on the sofa, now, driving their lips and tongues at each other as their passion grew more violent and fierce. She powered his cock deep into her throat, sucking on the root of his shaft, hungrily. He lathered her cunt, savagely, then, lashing at her clit and sucking on her pussy lips, greedily.
The tierce passion was growing stronger in their loins, and Suzanne could barely breathe, for the pure, harsh fire that burned in her cunt. She felt his tongue slithering deep into her pussy, and her inner walls thrashed with the power of her need.
Wildly she bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, while the young man licked and sucked on her pussy, hungrily. She moaned and shuddered, feeling him burying his tongue deep inside of her then, lashing the plunging spear back and forth in the depths of her hot, steaming tunnel.
She rode his cock in and out of the silken passage of her throat, with increasing urgency now. Her pussy was throbbing almost unbearably, now, and her aching greed was reaching a limit in her loins.
She felt his cock pounding in her mouth, pulsating savagely against her throat walls, and she knew that she wanted to feel it deep in her cunt, pumping and thrusting in and out of her brutally.
She sucked wildly on his prick, though, allowing herself to be content with that, if it was how he wanted to come. She was willing to do anything to please him, now, even takehis come in her mouth if that was the way he wanted it.
But Jeff's balls were raging savagely, then, and the hot blood that was tearing through his cock was more powerful and demanding than anything he had imagined. All he could think about was being in her pussy, and he pulled his mouth from her cunt, then, groaning as he tried to speak.
"I want to fuck you, Suzy," he gasped thickly, trying desperately to pull himself around and over her, now. "I want to be in your cunt, baby, in your cunt!"
She sobbed wildly and shifted her body around beneath him, then. "Like a dog." she moaned, no longer caring if her fantasy controlled her, as long as she could get him inside of her, then. "Fuck me like a dog, please, Jeff, like a dog!"
She was on her hands and knees, now, swaying from left to right on the sofa, her firm, ripe buttocks jiggling attractively, her round, pert breasts dangling enticingly from her chest. She rocked wildly as he slipped up behind her, grasping her hips in his hands and pulling himself forward.
"Ohh, Jesus, yes, I want you, yes," she moaned, balancing herself on one hand as she reached between her legs for his cock. "Ummmjust like a dog, yes, yes!"
She pulled his cock greedily toward her cunt, shuddering as she felt it throbbing in her fingers once more. The huge, thick spear was pulsating powerfully and she guided it quickly toward her awaiting chamber.
Jeff Aust moaned wildly as he felt the thick, hot head of his cock slithering between her damp, warm cunt lips. The twin petals of love gripped the plunging meat hungrily, kneading it forward with anxious greed.
Moaning wildly again, he thrust hard into her pit, burying his tool completely in her quaking passage. He leaned up and over her, then, slipping his hands under her body and gripping her tits tightly in his fists.
"Now, fuck me hard, right now," she groaned, bucking her tender, spongy behind hard against his belly. "Do it just like an animal, Jeff, ohh, God, do it now!"
The young man moaned softly, feeling her cunt muscles squeezing and gripping his cock fiercely, now. She flexed the strong, eager muscles savagely against his flesh, urging him to begin the powerful attack that she craved.
Now the young man was overwhelmed by the passion tearing through his loins. He began to slither his prick in and out of her cunt with a slow, rhythmic pace, twisting and turning the shaft as he rode it along her hot, creamy passage.
Her cunt seemed to be on fire around his thrusting tool, burning with the fierce, powerful lust that was consuming her. She nodded, laughing wildly and bucking against him as he buried the tool inside of her once more.
"Faster, harder, darling, yes," she moaned, twisting from left to right in pure, violent pleasure. "Ummm, like a dog, fuck me good, like the bitch I am!"
Jeff could not control himself, now. He began to pump his tool in and out of her violently, then, rocking it back and forth along her hot, gripping tunnel with an increasing frenzy of passion.
His flesh was burning with desire and his cock felt as if it were going to explode as he drove it into her. She threw herself against him wildly, laughing and sobbing with pleasure, now, her cunt muscles gripping and squeezing him with uncontrollable fury.
Again and again he roared into her pit. She sobbed, her mind swirling with the memory and image of the huge dog that had fucked her before. She did not care,-though, what she dreamed of, now, as long as he kept screwing her so wonderfully.
Faster and faster he powered his cock along her hot, trembling path. He could feel her pussy walls locking against his driving weapon, gearing up for a massive and violent orgasm. She tossed her head from left to right and her tits quivered deliciously in his hands as he kneaded them.
With ever increasing passion and force, he pumped his meat into her cunt. She groaned and gasped with delight, nodding now, her cunt drawing so tightly around his cock, that it felt as if, she were trying to crush it between her inner walls.
"Ohh, God, Jeff, yes, yes, I'm going to come," she sobbed, thrusting her bottom hard against his grinding belly. 'Ooooo, going to come, darling, come so good!"
He slammjed into her once more and-felt the hot, boiling flood of her release washing over his shaft as she climaxed violently. The harsh, compelling spasms tore through her pussy, now, rocking them both from left to right with the sheer violence and force of her orgasm.
Jeff could barely see straight as he drove into her, now. Her cunt muscles were gripping and kneading him wildly, now, urging him on toward his own, aching relief. He gasped and shuddered as he felt it coming over him, the churning come about to burst free from the tortured sack of his balls.
Suddenly the hot burst of creamy fluid shot from his nuts and spurted savagely into her cunt. She remembered the sensation of the dog coming inside of her, then, but this climax felt much more pleasurable in her loins.
"I'm coming, Jesus, yes, coming, now," he gasped, thrusting his bursting tool to the very pit of her quaking tunnel. "Ohh, God, yes, Suzy, so good, it's so fucking good, now, yes!"
The creamy fluid powered out of his rod and she wailed in delight as she felt his come splashing against her inner walls. Again and again the angry bursts of creamy delight washed through her pussy and she sighed contentedly, crumbling to the cushions of the sofa under his rude, harsh climax.
Together they shivered and gasped under the efffects of their orgasms. He lay over her, his prick plunged deep into her cunt, quivering savagely inside of her, now. Her cunt continued to tremble and thrash against his buried prong, and they both felt more marvelous bliss and draining relief than they had ever imagined possible.
When finally the last of the aching spasms drained away, Jeff rolled off of her and pulled her to his chest, wrapping them both in the comfort on one of the blankets. He stared into the fire, holding her tightly, feeling at last, that he had broken through the wall she had thrown up between them.
Suzy shuddered quietly in his embrace, feeling the strength of his cock resting against her belly, the warmth of it still caressing her moist, trembling flesh. She felt safe for the first time in years, and the horror and loneliness began to leave her then, replaced by the marvelous sense of completeness that being with him gave her. Whatever her dreams and fantasies might be, the love and tenderness she felt from him was real, she thought. And that much, gave her peace.
CHAPTER SIX
Sam Farrel was drunk again, seething with anger at his wife. She had been nosing around too much lately, and was screaming at him from the other end of the bar now, as drunk, or even drunker than he was.
"How is that young cunt, anyway, Sam?" she cackled, raising her glass in a toast to him. "You sure like that young pussy, don't you. friend?"
It was all Sam could do to keep from punching the rotten bitch in the face, or just throwing his whiskey glass at her, drink and all. Her once pretty face was twisted up into an ugly sneer, now, and her eyes dull and -rimmed with red lines.
"Pipe down, Lydia," he hissed through his teeth. "The guests don't want to hear about your ugly suspicions."
That much was true, he thought grimly. He looked around the room at the bored, anxious and offended faces of his guests and could imagine what was going through their minds. She had been hitting the sauce since before dinner, and now was in a raging torrent of anger.
He wondered just exactly what had set her off. There was a band playing, thank God, and most of the guests could only hear her screaming, not the words that poured, like venom, from her lips.
He thought he had slipped out of the party unnoticed, but he was beginning to get the idea that he hadn't, From the way she was coming on at him, he guessed she had seen him sneaking out.
She was smiling at him crookedly, now, her grin vicious and drunken, not at all pleasing to his eye. He shook his head, grimly, and turned away from her glare, trying hard not to get too drunk and angry himself.
God, he thought, I'm tired of this shit. I ought to just pack up and leave her flat. And go where? I ain't got no money, and the bitch sure wouldn't give me bus fare out of here.
She had him trapped, he realized, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. But if she didn't quit screeching like she was, he was going to bust her one in the nose, he just knew it.
It was lousy for business, and he was well aware that more than once in the past, their loud arguments had driven guests away. He supposed he would have to play lovey-dovey with her in a little while, just to shut her up.
Slowly, Lydia made her way, stumbling, over to where he sat. She plopped down in a chair, beside him and laughed thickly. "I know where you been, Sam," she chuckled drunkenly. "I know what you been up to!"
"Oh yeah?" he snarled, turning and gazing at her with hatred in his eyes. "Just where might that be, cunt?"
He was completely unable to keep the vicious anger out of his voice, though he knew that he was goading her into a violent outburst. Somehow, in his foggy state of mind, it just wasn't worth the effort to be nice to her.
"You don't know anything, you ugly pig," he sneered cruelly. "You just feel like running off at the mouth, that's all."
Even the bartender was edging away from them now, a worried look on his face as he sensed the explosion coming. The band had kept playing through all of this, though their music was off-key and rambling with the tension in the room.
Lydia sneered back at her husband, the rage and disgust with him and herself rushing through her uncontrollably. "Running off at the mouth, am I?" she cackled loudly. "Well, I wonder what Whirlwind would say to that?"
Sam froze at the mention of the horse's name. A cold chill ran up and down his spine and he began to shake uncontrollably, then. His eyes flashed open wide and he found it hard to swallow the whiskey he had in his mouth.
Lydia, seeing that she had struck a sore spot, nodded ruthlessly. "That's right, you fucking animal, I followed you," she snarled viciously. "I saw what you made that poor little cunt do, I saw you make her suck off that horse!"
The room had gotten still all of a sudden. Her voice was loud, way over the volume of the band, and in a few seconds, even they quit playing to listen to her. She laughed again, savagely.
Sam was trembling with rage and horror, for he could see that his drunken wife was telling the truth, and about to reveal it to everyone. "Shut up, you fucking bitch," he hissed at her coldly. "Are you nuts? Keep your God damn mouth shut!"
She laughed at him savagely. She turned to the assembled guests, now all listening to her attentively. "Yes, friends, my dear husband is a pervert," she chuckled, waving her glass around in a lurching fashion. "He forced one of our guests, a dear, sweet little thing, into performing the most outrageous of acts!"
Bellowing with rage, Sam crossed the room to where Lydia was standing and knocked the drink from her hand. He took her by the shoulders and shook her ruthlessly.
"If you don't shut up, I'm warning you, Lydia," he snarled at her harshly. "I will break you in two, you fucking cunt!"
She slapped him across the face with her open palm and the crowd gasped as they heard the echo of the stinging blow. "Fuck you, Sam," she snarled back at him. "I'm telling them everything, I'm sick of your perverted stunts!"
She turned and grinned, crookedly, at the crowd. "If you folks only knew what a sick beast this man is," she laughed once more. "His idea of fun is to watch some poor woman get it on with a fucking animal!"
Something snapped in Sam Farrel at that moment, he roared as-if a wounded beast and spun his wife around. He drove his fist squarely into her nose, and the sick sound of the bone cracking filled the room as his punch landed.
She sailed away from him and landed on her buttocks on the floor, moaning as the blood began to stream from her wound. He pulled his belt from his jeans, quickly and doubled a loop around his hand.
People began to edge toward the door but he screamed at them wildly. "Anybody leaves this room, I'll break their fucking neck," he growled. "I'm gonna teach this bitch a lesson, teach all of you a lesson, and you're all gonna watch!"
He reached back into his small holster and pulled out the little pistol he always earned for hunting vermin. He waved it around the room wildly, and the assembled throng gasped in fear and horror.
"Yeah, that's right, you fuckers," he snarled at them. "I'll kill the first son of a bitch that tries to leave this room, understand?"
He fired a shot into the ceiling and the women in the room screamed, while the men hurriedly pushed their way back from the door and into the center of the room.
"Lock that fucking thing," he hissed at the young bartender.
Quickly the young man rushed to the door, turned the lock and brought the key over to where Sam was standing. He pocketed the key swiftly, then shoved the young man away from him, and turned to his moaning wife.
"Okay, cunt, you want to run off your mouth, we're just gonna show these fuckers what you mean!" he laughed. "Take off your clothes, bitch, now!"
Wiping the blood from her nose, Lydia trembled in fear and moaned, softly. "God, Sam, you're crazy," she gasped. "You've gone nuts!"
Viciously, he lashed her with the thick, wide belt, cracking it hard against her shoulders. "I said strip, bitch!"
She screamed in pain and hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it from her shoulders. She unbuttoned her jeans and ran the zipper down, then slithered out of them and her panties at the same time. She sat on the floor, still bleeding from her nose, her firm, hard body quivering in terror.
Groaning, she watched as Sam grinned at her viciously. He whirled the belt around his head, and as she turned away, brought it down hard against her now, naked and defenseless shoulders.
The pain bore into her like a knife as the belt landed. She screamed in agony and jerked forward onto her belly from the force of the blow. At once, he cracked the thick, wide strap against her quivering buttocks and she sobbed and wailed with new and even more savage pain.
Again and again he brought the belt down upon his helpless wife. She sobbed and screamed, twisting and turning under the vicious blows, her creamy, white flesh growing red and welted from the falling lash.
"You cunt, you're gonna show them, all right," he gasped, cracking the belt hard against the base of her spine. "You're really gonna show them, bitch!"
She crawled along the floor, slowly, moaning as the blows fell again and again. She could hardly breathe from the pain she felt, and finally she was so beaten and in such agony, that she could no longer even crawl away from her husband's savage attack.
He was breathing heavily now, gasping as the effort of beating her took some of his energy out of him." He threw the belt aside, then, and bent down, pulling her up to her knees by her hair.
"Now, bitch, you're gonna show these fuckers just what you meant," he growled at her. "Unzip my fucking pants, bitch, right now!"
As she fumbled with his zipper, he snapped his fingers to Max, lying in the corner, watching all that had happened, with a look of excitement in his eyes. The big shepherd quickly joined his master, snarling and yelping in turn.
Lydia had Sam's cock in her hands, now, as she was kneading the thick shaft into full erection. Sam laughed thickly, and nodded, patting the hard side of his dog. as his wife worked on his tool.
"You know what to do, bitch," he growled at her again. "Get Max hard, too, cunt! You're gonna give these folks a show!"
Lydia groaned in horror and shame, but realized she had no choice. Her husband was clearly insane, now, and would not take no for an answer. Quickly she reached beneath the dog's belly and found his cock, throbbing already with anticipation.
The dog barked wildly as Lydia fastened her fingers around his cock, squeezing it powerfully in her grip. The animal was whimpering as Lydia squeezed and kneaded his meat, and in a few moments, the creature's shaft was thick and hard, throbbing savagely against her gripping fingers.
Sam laughed happily as he watched his wife fondling the dog's prick, while working steadily on his own. He moaned in pleasure as her fingers traveled up and down on his prick, pinching and tugging on his flesh in a determined manner.
He rocked on his heels, his flesh on fire with the touch of his wife's hand, his balls pounding with the come that was beginning to churn in his sack. The dog was yelping its pleasure, now, shifting on its hind legs, bucking spasmodically as Lydia continued to massage the beast's thick, long spear.
"That's it, cunt," snarled the big man, his voice thick was amusement and pleasure. "Get us both ready, bitch, get us both hot for your mouth and pussy, you pig!"
Lydia moaned as she continued to fondle her husband's and the dog's prick. She worked her fingers up and down both shafts, feeling the hot blood surging in them, listening to their moans and whimpers of delight.
The crowd was thrust into speechless shock by what they were seeing. They could not believe they were watching this woman being forced to masturbate both her husband and an animal at the same time.
A couple of the women in the room had already fainted, and the rest of the crowd was both terrified by Sam's savage anger, now, and sickened by the sight they were viewing. No one dared move toward the door, however, and they remained silent and frozen in place as the spectacle went on.
Now, Sam's cock was throbbing painfully against his wife's kneading fingers. The aching blood was racing up and down the length of his shaft, and the thick helmet of his tool pounded savagely.
The dog was yelping continuously, now, jerking and shuddering spasmodically, trying to wedge its nose between Lydia's tight, locked thighs. Sam laughed in delight, gasping as the pleasure roared through his flesh at an uncontrollable rate. He nodded his head in satisfaction, the anger and whiskey roaring in his brain, along with the passion, by this time.
He didn't give a damn for anything in this moment, other than showing all these rich creeps just how much power he had. He only wanted to stun and shock them, show them that he was in control here, that he told all of them what to do.
Lydia moaned as she felt the two cocks pounding in her hands, roaring with hot, angry greed. The animal's prick felt as if it were burning in her fingers and she pinched it, moaning softly as she realized her ordeal had just begun.
Sam groaned and suddenly pushed his wife away from him. "On your kness, cunt," he hissed at her, then. "On your hands and knees like the pig bitch you are!"
Sobbing, Lydia did as he commanded her to, turning around and kneeling away from him. She felt his fingers reaching between her quivering thighs, and gasped as he began to pinch and pull on her pussy lips. He thrust two fingers rudely into her pit, twisting and turning them as he buried them deep inside of her aching cunt.
She moaned as her husband methodically pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, now, rolling them back and forth to widen her passage. His cruel digits scraped against her inner walls, ruthlessly, and the creamy lubricating juice began to flow from her pit, from the mere friction alone.
"Getting her ready. Max, ready for you, boy," he laughed cruelly. "Just you wait, pal, she's gonna be nice and wet for you in just a few minutes!"
The dog was bounding around his master and the kneeling woman, yelping with excitement now. His cock was quaking back and forth between his legs, still thick and hard, bright pink with its erection.
The crowd could not believe it; when Sam pulled his fingers from his wife's pussy, and came around in front of her. He pulled her head up by the hair and grinned at her savagely, now.
"You guide old Max into you, bitch," he hissed at her viciously. "And suck on my prick at the same time, see? Both of us are gonna come in you, pig, both of us at the same, God damn time!"
Gasping with horror and shame, the woman nodded as her husband thrust his groin at her face, and the dog began to mount her at the same time. She opened her mouth wide to accept Sam's cock, and reached behind her for the animal's throbbing prong.
To Lydia, nothing mattered now but getting this disgusting and horrible event over as soon as possible. She grasped hold of Max's long, thick spear and tugged it toward her pussy, while Sam thrust his prick deep into her throat in the same moment.
She gagged as she felt the cock slithering down her tight, moist tunnel. She choked and frantically relaxed the muscles of her warm, silken tube, then groaned as Max found her cunt with his thrusting shaft.
The crowd hissed in horror as they watched the beast thrusting into the woman's pussy. The dog was leaning over her body, now, pumping wildly in and out of her pit, even as she began to bob her head up and down on her husband's tool.
Both cock's began to slide in and out of her, then, thick, hot and pounding, they rammed into her mouth and cunt with savage fury. There was little that she could do other than quake and tremble, enduring the ruthless, obscene thrusts.
Max barked and yelped, pounding his prick into the woman's pussy with a primal fury. He whimpered and shuddered as he ravaged her pit, thrusting his belly against her buttocks as he fucked her wildly.
Sam held his wife's head tightly in his hands, rocking back and forth as he slid his meat in and out of her sucking mouth. His flesh throbbed with pleasure and he laughed at the indignity she was suffering in front of the imprisoned guests.
"Fuck the dog, bitch, suck my cock," lie moaned thickly. He drove his prick deep into her throat and shivered uncontrollably as her lips and teeth locked hard around the buried spear.'"Yeah, get us both off, you pig, both of us, now!"
The dog slammed into her cunt, ruthlessly, now; barking and pumping completely out of control. Lydia could feel the creature's tool swelling thickly in her cunt, growing harder and hotter as its orgasm neared.
Her husband pumped his prick back and forth along the velvet canal of her throat, and she felt his shaft, too, expanding to the point of bursting against her lips. She sucked as hard as she could on the cock, and used her cunt muscles to urge the dog on, rocking with the sheer force of their thrusting attack.
Suddenly the dog was barking loudly, pumping his prick into her in a frenzy. She felt the hot burst of come spurting from its prick, searing the flesh of her pussy and she realized with shame and humiliation that the rest of the room could see his climax, clearly, then.
Sam laughed in delight and rammed his cock . into her throat once more, even as the beast was still coming-in Lydia's pit. He groaned and shuddered, then the come began to spurt from his rod, also.
"Suck it up, pig, I'm coming, now," he moaned, pumping his bursting tool in and out of her mouth, wildly. "Swallow it, whore, swallow every drop of my come!"
Gulping frantically, Lydia swallowed as much of-her husband's seed as she could. She moaned under the continuing attack of the dog at her pussy, sobbing as the bitter-tasting semen invaded her mouth from Sam's spurting weapon.
After another moment, the dog leaped away from her, and a few seconds later, Sam pushed her away, rudely. She gagged as she fell to the floor, choking and sobbing with the come dripping from her mouth and cunt.
Sam gazed down at her, his lips in a tight gneer. He turned to the guests and laughed in savage glee. "You see. you see how she loved it?" he cackled insanely. "She loves to get dog tucked, just loves it!"
The guests said nothing, not a single sound escaped their lips. Sam pushed his cock back in his pants and zipped up his trousers. He still felt the urge for a good fucking, his wife's blow job was not enough to satisfy him.
He went to the door and unlocked it, hurrying outside into the driving rain. He had only one thing on his mind, now, to take the bitch that had led him to this and have her fuck that horse she loved so much.
Behind him, the guests were hurrying over to where Lydia lay, moaning and crying on the floor. They lifted her to her feet and carried her to a couch by the fire place, a few of them glancing anxiously into the rain where Sam had disappeared.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was still raging outside of the cabin as Jeff Aust got .up to put another log on the tire. He checked his watch, shivering against the cold, and saw that it was just after two in the morning. On the bunk, where he had moved Suzanne Kennerly, the girl slept fitfully.
He poked the fire, getting it going again and squatting down in front of it, feeding it logs now and again. He stared into the flames, a hundred fleeting images going through his mind as he stoked the fire in to a full roar, now.
It was obvious that they would both have to leave this ranch at once. He did not know what to do about Sam Farrel, but he knew one thing for certain. He could not allow Suzanne to remain there for another day.
To his mind, Sam Farrel was not just a sick, twisted man, one whose pleasure was taken from the suffering and humiliation of others. Sam Farrel was dangerous, he thought, dangerous enough to hurt somebody.
He also had the feeling that Sam Farrel was slipping over the edge. It would not surprise him to find the man going completely insane, one of these days, and he did not intend for either he or Suzanne to be around when that happened.
As he finished with the fire, he rose to his feet, moaning, staring out into the ink black night, the rain still slamming viciously against the windows outside. He shook his head and turned, moving over to the bunk where Suzanne lay.
She was as pretty in sleep, as any time awake, he thought. She appeared to be much softer in her features when sleeping, more like the Suzanne Kennerly he had known. He hoped he could continue tearing down the wall she had built around herself, once they were free of the sickening environment around them.
He stroked her hair, lovingly, and she moaned, coming awake and smiling at him. "Hi, baby," he whispered tenderly.
She moaned with a clear sound of love in her throat and slipped her arms around his neck. She drew him to her, hungrily, then, kissing his mouth, greedily, as he hugged his body tightly to hers.
They were deep in the embrace when the door kicked open with a slam, and Sam Farrel stepped into the room, his eyes blazing with mad fury. Suzanne screamed and Jeff leaped to his feet in shock and fear. . "You fucking bitch, you little bastard," Sam snarled, reaching behind him for the gun in his holster.
Jeff leaped across the room and grappled helplessly with the big man, tugging on hisTarm to get the weapon first. Laughing and snarling at the same time, Sam punched the young man hard in the temple and threw him savagely to the floor.
He pulled the gun from the holster at last and cocked the hammer. "Don't, ohh. Jesus, don't," sobbed Suzanne.
Stunned and moaning on the floor, Jeff Aust was a helpless target now. Sam turned and grinned viciously at the frightened girl on the bunk. The blanket was in her lap, now, and her pert, ripe breasts quivered nakedly on her chest.
"Get out here with me, then, bitch,'" he snarled at her, waving the gun at Jeff. "Before I kill the little fucker!"
She gathered the blanket around her and stepped to the floor, hurrying to where he stood. He kicked Jeff savagely in the head, knocking the young man onto his side, then turned and pushed the trembling, frightened girl out into the rain.
"You're gonna fuck that horse of yours, bitch," he growled at her, his voice almost drowned by the roar of the howling wind. "Then I'm gonna fuck you good! It's been coming to this for a long time, cunt!"
Suzanne knew nothing in that moment, beyond the frantic desire to save Jeff Aust from Sam's savage fury. She stumbled as he pushed her down the hill, laughing and cackling with an insane passion for what he was about to make her do.
Whirlwind was tied to the tree, but a crack of lightning landing near, frightened the creature and it tore off down the path toward the ranch far below. Cursing wildly. Sam kicked and pushed the young girl down the winding trail, leading his own horse behind them.
He had figured on her coming up here, after he had found her missing from her cabin, and discovered that her horse was gone from the barn. He was almost mad with lust and anger, and when he found her with Jeff, the rage almost made him snap completely.
He didn't care what happened, now, for he realized that he had just destroyed his future with Lydia back in the club room. She would divorce him for sure, now, so there was nothing left for him to lose.
Quickly they wound their way down the trail to the small bridge where Whirlwind was standing, bucking nervously against the danger of crossing. The wooden structure was swaying wildly now, straining at the moorings with loud, screeching moans.
Sam laughed as they approached the frightened animal, his cock now pounding in his jeans as the excitement of what he was going to force Suzanne to do, began to roar through his flesh and mind.
"You ever fuck a horse, bitch?" he cackled cruelly. "His cock is gonna split you in two, baby! But you'll take it, you will, or I'll throw you in the fucking river!"
She stared at the raging water, tumbling down beneath the bridge savagely, lashing at the wooden path fiercely. She had no doubts that he meant what he said, though she wondered if it would not be better to leap into the boiling stream herself.
Whirlwind was obviously frightened as Sam pushed her toward the big horse. Beneath its belly, she could see its huge cock, quivering with the wet and the cold of the angry storm, expanding and contracting rapidly. "Get your hands on that dick, bitch," Sam snarled viciously as the approached the trembling creature. "Start getting him hard, cunt!"
Groaning, the frightened girl reached up under the horse's drenched, muddy belly and wrapped her fingers around its throbbing tool. Instantly the beast reacted, leaping up with startled delight. It whinnied loudly and neighed, bucking as she squeezed its bulging weapon.
Slowly, she worked both hands up and down on Whirlwind's cock. She felt the hot blood surging almost immediately in its tool, making it thick and hard, growing bigger and bigger with each determined caress of her hands.
Sam watched with savage delight as the young girl kneaded and squeezed the huge cock she was holding. His own balls were throbbing mightily as he observed her, the fevered blood beginning to tear through his shaft, uncontrollably.
"Do it, bitch, get him good and hard, you pig," he snarled at her viciously. "You're gonna fuck him, nice, baby, real nice, yeah!"
Suzanne could not imagine how she would ever get the huge prong into her cunt, now. She screamed as Sam tore the blanket from her shoulders, baring her to the howling wind and driving rain.
She felt him thrusting his hand between her thighs and she gasped as his finger pushed at her cunt lips, driving between them, ruthlessly. She felt the huge, offending digits pushing deep into her cunt tunnel, twisting and turning inside of her, then.
Sam laughed wildly as he rubbed the lips of her pussy with his other fingers, massaging her mound briskly to get the creamy, moist juice flowing inside of her, now.
Hopelessly, now, Suzanne continued to knead and massage the huge, thick cock in her hands. The horse was stamping wildly on his hooves, now, bucking and neighing loudly as she squeezed and pumped her hands up and down on its prick.
She could feel the blood tearing through its shaft, now, pounding fiercely in the fat, hot prick she was holding. Shuddering and jerking, the creature whinnied loudly, and snorted as its pleasure grew and grew.
Sam Farrel moaned with desire, rubbing the hard, tight bulge of his cock in his jeans against the girl's buttocks, now. He laughed cruelly, thrusting his fingers in and out of her pit, while pushing forward on her head with his hand.
"Start licking it, bitch," he snarled at her viciously. "Start sucking that horse's prick right now!"
Suzanne gasped, leaning forward, then, pressing her lips to the hot, wet prick that she was holding so tightly in her hands. She tasted the sweat and mud on the animal's prong and gagged as she ran her tongue over the surface of its tool.
As the rain pelted her savagely, each drop like a stinging dart, she ran her lips and tongue back and forth over the creature's hard, pounding shaft, nipping at its flesh hurriedly with her perfect, evpn teeth.
The beast was in a frenzy of desire, now, its animal lust surging in its flesh as the young girl rolled her precious, pink dart up and down over its meat. She licked and stabbed at his balls, wildly, driving her spear between them, making the beast neigh in a screech of pleasure.
Sam was laughing savagely, then, pushing her head and pressing it tightly against the horse's cock. "Suck it, cunt, take it in your mouth, now," he cackled with perverted delight. "Come on, baby, suck Whirlwind's dick right now!"
Groaning in helpless despair, the young girl worked her mouth back up to the head of the animal's shaft and parted her sweet, pliant lips to receive the creature's tool. She gasped as she felt the thick, hot weapon enter her mouth, the horse bucking forward in a spasm of delight.
She felt the huge prong slithering against the tight, narrow passage of her throat and gagged as it began to wedge its way into her tiny canal. She could not take very much of the beast's prick in her mouth, and was gasping frantically through her nostrils to breathe as the huge prick drove as far into her silken passage as it could.
The hard, throbbing prong pounded around her lips as she began to suck on it. She moved her mouth briskly back and forth along the length of the shaft, kneading the creature's balls with her hands as she sucked on its shaft.
Sam watched in positive delight as the poor, defenseless girl sucked on Whirlwind's tool. His own passion was consuming him, now and he cackled loudly in the wind and rain as he saw her mouth moving back and forth against the horse's cock.
"Suck it, bitch, suck his prick," he laughed wildly. He nodded and held the beast by the neck as Suzanne blew it. "Suck him good, you little rich pig, suck him real good, you cunt!"
Again and again the huge, pounding spear drove into Suzanne's mouth. She tried to think of something else, tried to focus her mind on anything other than the perverted, humiliating act she was being forced to perform.
She thought of Jeffrey Aust, then, his thin, wiry body and his strong, hard manhood. She dreamed it was his prick in her mouth, his fingers ravaging her cunt, and tried, desperately to drift into the fantasy that he was taking her, not the horse and man that were so brutally having their way with her, now.
She gagged as the huge shaft roared into her mouth again and again, each time appearing to grow thicker and harder, stronger with the pounding blood racing through it. She felt the shaft burning against her tongue, and her lips were numbed from the ravaging effects of his rubbing viciously across them. She twisted and turned the horse's nuts in her hands, pulling on the violently. She was hoping against hope that the beast might come in her mouth, instead of her having to take its shaft into her pussy.
She bore down on the thundering weapon, now, sucking as hard as she could, lathering every inch of the prong in a desperate attempt to bring it to orgasm. She felt the cock shuddering in her mouth, and she rolled her mouth and tongue over it, wildly.
Sam Farrel laughed in cruel satisfaction as he watched the girl sucking on the huge, fat prong. He felt the horse trembling savagely in his grasp and he nodded his head, cackling with delight.
"He's about ready for you. bitch," he snarled, pulling his fingers suddenly from Suzanne's pussy. "Just about ready to fuck your pussy, good!"
With that, he grabbed her by the hair and led both her and the horse over to a Hat edged rock beside the swaying bridge. He pushed her up onto the rock and she sobbed as he led the horse over her now.
Suzanne screamed and tried to roll away, but he punched her hard in the temple, jarring her senses. "You can't escape, cunt," he hissed viciously. "You're gonna give Whirlwind what he needs, right now!"
Moaning, Suzanne Kennerly felt the ugly, big man spreading her thighs wide apart. She screamed as she felt him pulling the horse's prick to her cunt lips, wedging it between the tender, swollen petals, harshly.
The creature bucked and neighed loudly, thrusting forward as Sam guided its cock to the wet, warm chamber of Suzanne's aching cunt. The creature's huge, thick prong, pounding savagely, drove into the poor girl's pussy, then, splitting it wide apart, tearing the inner blood vessels as he entered her.
The girl screamed in agony as the horse thrust forward again, driving half its long, pounding tool into her pussy. Sam pinned her to the rock with his big hands, and she was helpless as the creature began to buck in and out of her damaged tunnel.
The pain was more intense than anything she dreamed of, and she could not even dream the horror of the attack away, now. She could not pretend it was anything but the horse fucking her, at this point. She wailed in agony as the beast, mindless in its lust, tore its huge, hard tool in and out of her tortured chamber.
Harder and more savage were Whirlwind's thrusts, now. The thick, pounding meat of its cock drove into the girl's narrow passage cruelly, and the blood began to flow from the torn chamber as the horse pounded toward its climax.
Sam Farrel was insane with passion and rage at this point. He held the girl tightly to the rock, his big, meaty paws cruelly kneading her tits as the beast slammed his cock into her aching pit.
Suzanne felt Sam's mouth crushing down on hers, kissing her hungrily as the horse continued to thrust into her cunt. She felt Sam kissing and licking her lips with greedy delight, and his fingers squeezing her breasts cruelly, while he pinned her to the rock for the horse's pleasure.
Again and again the huge cock roared into her pussy, by now having damaged it horribly from the sheer size of its tool and the horrible violence of its attack. Mindlessly, the horse bucked back and forth, and the poor girl writhed in agony as the unrelenting assault continued.
"How do you like it, cunt?" laughed Sam Farrel in delight. "How do you like fucking a horse, you little bitch!"
He nodded his head as he watched the huge animal driving back and forth against the girl's cunt. He could see the blood flowing from her poor, torn inner walls and he felt the aching delight surging even more powerfully in his loins.
"When he's done, it'll be my turn, bitch," he laughed cruelly once more. "Fuck him, cunt, fuck that horse good!"
The huge animal neighed with pleasure and bucked into her even more savagely than before, now. Suzanne could feel its burning, steel-like rod swelling thickly in her pit and she sobbed as she felt the creature reaching its powerful release.
Suddenly Whirlwind was stomping its hooves, snorting and neighing loudly. Thick, hot wads of come were spurting from the head of its cock, driving the girls buttocks hard against the rock beneath them, from the sheer power of its climax.
She screamed as the boiling come invaded her aching chamber, spilling out over her cunt in thick, creamy rivers. She twisted and turned as the juice continued to spurt from the beast's shaft, pumping into her cunt, savagely, now.
At last the animal seemed to have emptied its load into her cunt and it pulled away, jerking and stomping in excitement. Sam released his grip on the creature's reins and began to climb up on the rock beside the moaning girl.
"Now it's my turn," he snarled in passion. "I'm gonna give you a fucking you won't ever forget, you little whore!"
He pulled her legs apart arid she could do little more than sob as she felt her tortured thighs being spread wide. She heard his zipper running down and she gasped as she awaited the invasion of his cock in her already torn and damaged cunt.
Suddenly he was flying off the rock, landing hard on the bridge beside it. Jeff Aust was sliding from around the rock and facing him, a large chunk of firewood in his hand. The young man snarled at the fallen Sam Farrel, coldly.
"I'd like to kill you, you bastard," he hissed. "Now get the fuck away from here!"
Sam Farrel laughed in delight and leaped forward, grasping the young man around the throat with one hand, while he fumbled in his holster for his gun, with the other. Jeff pushed forward and they tumbled onto the swaying bridge, wrestling violently on the wet, slippery planks.
Suzanne pulled herself up into a sitting position on the rock and moaned in horror as she saw the two men rolling out further on the now twisting and turning bridge. She saw Sam Farrel's hand clasped tightly around Jeff's neck, his other grappling for the pistol.
She screamed wildly and picked up the piece of wood that Jeff had dropped, moving quickly out onto the bridge. Sam was laughing as he was choking Jeff, and had just pulled the pistol free when Suzanne reached the spot where they were wrestling.
"I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out, punk," he snarled, raising the gun.
Suzanne swung the wood and slammed it hard into Sam's shoulder. The gun flew out of his hand and wedged, nose downward, into a space between two planks in the middle of the bridge. Sam rolled over with a groan and Jeff quickly scrambled out from under the man.
The lines of the bridge were groaning loudly, now, screeching as they reached the limits of their mooring. Suzanne hooked her arm under Jeff Aust's shoulder and together they limped back to the bank where the horses stood, jumping in fear.
Sam Parrel's head cleared and he glanced around him anxiously. Laughing with delight, he moved slowly to where his pistol was and yanked it from the boards.
"I got you little shits now," he cackled, moving back toward them, waving the gun wildly. "I'm gonna get you both, you little fuckers!"
Jeff and Suzanne were lying on the ground, now, too weak to move as the man lurched toward them. Jeff pushed the girl behind him to shield her and gazed as Sam raised the pistol.
Suddenly the huge, roaring wall of water that churned beneath the bridge grasped hold of the moorings and tore them free. Screaming in panic, Sam turned and grabbed hold of the lines of the bridge as the structure swirled around him. He wailed in panic as the rushing water ripped the last of the bridge free, carrying it and him down into the raging water and washing them both out of sight down the long, pounding steam.
CHAPTER EIGHT
That fall, there was a wedding in the small town of Wadsworth, New York, where Jeff Aust attended school with his new wife, who had transferred from Wells College. The bride's mother had not been pleased at first, but seemed to have mellowed once she heard of her son-in-laws courage, and learned how deep her daughter's love for the young man was.
The nightmare of just a few weeks before had drifted away, by now. and when the newlyweds returned to the small apartment they had rented, they hardly remembered the horror they had been through.
They had a small party in their apartment for close friends, and it went well into the night, before the bride sent them home. She had other ideas of how to spend their wedding night, other than with a bunch of partying friends.
As her husband stepped from the shower, smiling wickedly at her, she petted the big Irish setter beside her.
"I'm so glad you decided to let me have Brantly with us, darling," she cooed, her voice rich with erotic promise. "I know all three of us will be happy."
Jeff Aust grinned at his wife, wickedly. She might have suffered a some ill effects from her ordeal, but he could not deny her the secret passions she had. He had long since forgotten about right or wrong, good or bad, normal and perverted.
Making Suzy happy was all that mattered to him. He sat down beside her, stroking her bare, inner thigh, then. Her flesh was already moist and warm, quivering with excitement as he bent to kiss her.
She reached under his bathrobe and wrapped her slender, smooth fingers around his cock. He moaned as she gave it a loving squeeze, thrilling to the way it grew thick and hard almost at once, under her caress.
"Umm, darling, this is just the way it ought to be," she giggled, as she felt Jeff's fingers slithering gently up and down against her pussy lips. "Oooo, yes, I don't know how I could have been so wrong!"
Jeff Aust felt Suzanne's tongue slithering between his teeth, and wickedly lashing at his own. He groaned as she kneaded his cock with her fingers and he wrapped his tongue aroundhers, passionately, now.
Beside the bed, Suzanne's dog, Brantly, was coming to life. The big setter leaped up on the bed beside them, licking his mistress wildly. With a giggle, she nodded and slipped her hand under his belly.
"Okay, Brantly, you can join the fun," she whispered, running the soft, warm palm of her hand back and forth against the dog's quivering shaft. "I couldn't leave you out, you know that!"
The dog yelped and barked excitedly as Suzy gripped his prick in her free hand, while squeezing her husband's shaft even harder. She felt the two, thick prongs swelling up against her fingers, and a sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips.
As Jeff crushed his mouth down over hers with increasing hunger, Suzanne Aust pumped her two hands up and down on the cocks. She kneaded and squeezed the prongs, greedily, then, enjoying completely, the satisfaction she was giving to them.
For her, it didn't matter any longer that what she was doing might be considered, by some, to be perverted and sick. All that mattered was the happiness she gave them, and the intense pleasure she felt in doing it.
Jeff had assured her long ago, that he didn't consider her to be sick in any way, and that was all that mattered to her, now. She felt her husband's cock throbbing wildly in her hand, and she pinched the thick, engorged helmet of his shaft, teasingly, now.
"Ummm, I hope I can make you happy, darling," she whispered tenderly, groaning as she felt his free hand kneading her breasts, now, while his other continued to caress her aching pussy.
"I think you're going to do just fine, honey," Jeff Aust moaned in response.
He rolled his fingers back and forth against her pussy lips, pinching them fondly as he rubbed the moist, wet petals. He felt her bucking fiercely, rolling from left to right, then pushing herself upward on the bed.
