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Animal Girl - 1/13
WARNING:
This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you're not an adult or reading descriptive sex stories upsets you, don't
read any further.
I'm not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be the "TheEditor," <grobert@soho.ios.com>
Animal Girl
Chapter 1
Blackjack clung like a beachside fishing village to the ash gray desert
that sprawled as far as the eye could see toward the craggy-hewn peaks of the
Kingston Range, a motley collection of sun-parched ridges in the southern end
of the California Sierras. To the north lay the natural furnace of Death
Valley; less than a hundred miles beyond the mountains, Las Vegas nestled like
a multicolored jewel in the parched wilderness of the Mojave. It was almost
mid-day, and today, like every other day of the year, most activity had ground
tediously to a standstill so that men and machines could be replenished. A
dozen or so of the men huddled under the tin roof of the open-ended maintenance
shed, talking quietly so as not to exert themselves in the scorching heat,
waiting for the signal to shuffle back over the powdery wastes and return to
their jobs on the oil derricks. Blackjack had a long, if not glorious, history
as a mining town. First as a base camp for fruitless gold hunts in the killer
mountains, later as a home for borax miners, and now, though mostly in ruin
except for a few unpainted cabins that were still inhabitable, as the temporary
hometown for nearly twenty "roughnecks" and whatever families they possessed.
Blackjack had been invaded seven months ago by Benny Terrell and his ragged
crew of fortune hunters, in search of an elusive reservoir of crude oil that
might or might not exist, in hopes of a fortune that might or might not fall
into their hands. And all of them, including Jamie Olsen, working for wages
that seemed as elusive as this tricky oil field they were searching for.
Sarah Olsen, Jamie's twenty year old wife of three months, sat alone and
sullen on the shaky front porch of their tiny two room shack, her rocking chair
carefully positioned so that the runners did not cause any weight to be placed
upon the dozen or so completely rotted planks in the porch's unpainted floor.
She rocked slowly and gently in the midday heat so as not to use up too much
precious strength -- there was still dinner to cook, if you could call boiled
potatoes and pork belly a dinner, and dishes to wash... and Jamie's one decent
work-shirt to be hand scrubbed and hung on the line stretched across the porch
to dry in less than a half hour in the desert's hot waterless breeze. Sometimes
she felt that the desert's furnace-hot wind was drying her out much the same
way, draining her whole young body of its very youthfulness just as it sucked
the moisture from a dripping-wet shirt in twenty minutes or so.
Scanning the black on white type of the newspaper old Mr. Parker brought
her from his supply run into the city, Sarah brushed her blonde hair from her
eyes and wiped her forehead instinctively. "Instinctively" because out here in
the desert there was really no need for that; perspiration evaporated as fast
as it beaded up on your skin in this zero humidity heat. All morning long she
had carefully gone down the long, finely-printed columns, x-ing them off one by
one, narrowing her hopes for any escape from this perpetual furnace she was
trapped in as surely as a sinner is trapped in purgatory. One by one, each
tiny inked-in "X" snuffing a little more of the flicker of hope that ached in
her breast, Sarah Marie Olsen had eliminated her methods of escape and her
chances for another life outside this hell hole that only a money-maddened
wildcatter with a cooked brain could call a town.
And now there was just one chance left. There could be no turning back
if she managed to make it this once, Jamie was no man to be trifled with! She
knew only too well that he would beat her until she wouldn't be able to run
away again if he caught her or if she had to turn back. Mr. Parker was taking
his life in his hands in agreeing to drive her into town, but maybe he figured
at his age there wasn't really much to live for anyway. Sarah looked, eyes
squinting in the blazing California desert sun, to see if the office shack was
empty. It was! In that little clapboard hut was the camp's only telephone,
her one link with the outside world... that magic place with flowers and cool
showers and running water and people who could laugh and not talk only of
elusive oil strikes that would never come and towns and cars and sounds and
smells. Out there was everything that she had left behind when she somehow
fell in love with Jamie Olsen, everything she had thrown away when she stupidly
agreed to come with him on this fool's mission on the backside of nowhere.
She glanced down the rutted dirt street that connected all the crumbling
shacks, the ones in use and the ones too far gone for even the likes of these
people to live in. The men had piled onto the flatbed and gone back to the
drilling site; and the women, the few that were still here, were all resting or
napping inside out of the mind-numbing heat. This was it, now or never! Sarah
got up and moved slowly toward the open door of the office shack, angling
toward the tin-roofed food storage building first in case someone spotted her.
She rechecked the number she had scribbled on the inside of an empty
cigarette package and waited for the operator to answer somewhere south toward
the highway and the cities of the real world. This was the moment she had
dreamed of, walked the floor over, for weeks on end. If the voice on the end
of that line held out the slightest hope for her, she would be out of this hell
on earth within twenty four hours... and she would never look back!
AnmlGirl.txt 2/13
Animal Girl
Chapter 2
It wasn't so long ago really, but all that seemed to have been in another
world to Sarah now, another life somewhere that she had lived through and was
now ended, no more a part of her life now than night was a part of day, or one
day a part of the one before. That was over, gone, past, and nothing counted
any longer save the present. And each day that she lived now was one more to
make up for the miserable ones that came before.
Sarah was truly happy now, she was finally doing something wild and
exciting, just like all her girlish daydreams when she was in high school back
in Utah, dreaming of a life somewhere filled with reckless deeds and adventure,
instead of endless piles of dirty dishes and a smelly man's socks draped over
the shower curtain. Ever since her first trip to the zoo as a kid, she had
always had a special spot in her heart for animals, all kinds of animals, so
when she spotted that ad in the classified section that blistering hot
afternoon a month ago, it was only natural that she give it a try at least. Mr.
Hawkins her boss now, said that it was her girlish enthusiasm and sincerity
that landed it for her, but whatever it was, she was grateful. It had called
for, simply, an "attractive young girl who loves animals for assistant's job
with traveling zoo and animal show. See the American and Canadian west and get
paid for it!" And now the job was her's, special assistant to Mr. Henry
Hawkins at a hundred and fifty a week, all expenses paid. It was like a dream
come true; Sarah was fearful of waking up and finding herself back in Blackjack
with all those coarse, uninteresting people, listening to them talk of bits and
derricks and barrels of oil until she died of old age, penniless and still
stuck in that God-forsaken hole in the Mojave Desert.
But it was indeed all real, not something she had fantasized out of sheer
desperation. She had gone to see Mr. Hawkins, riding into town with Mr. Parker
when he went to get the mail and supplies, and she never went back, not even to
get her clothes. Mr. Hawkins hired her on the spot, and she swore old Mr.
Parker to secrecy, as no one had seen them leave together. Her new boss seemed
quite concerned about her marriage difficulties, and he even offered her an
advance on her first week's salary so that she could buy a few new clothes and
not have to spend another second with that coarse slug of a husband back in
Blackjack.
She did take the time to write her husband a letter, though, which was
probably more than he deserved. Mr. Hawkins mailed it for her in Las Vegas
when he had to drive up there on business. She could just imagine Jamie,
red-faced and blustering, clad most likely in work jeans and steel-toed boots,
storming into Las Vegas and demanding of someone, probably the first policeman
he spotted, that they return his wife before he got really mad and wrecked the
whole place. Jamie was like that, though he certainly had contained it well
enough when he was courting her; he thought a wife was just another piece of
property, like a monkey-wrench or an old comfortable pair of shoes, so he
treated her accordingly. As near as he could figure it, being the wife of Jamie
Olsen was a distinct privilege, something to be thankful for, and that should
be enough to satisfy any woman. Nice clothes? Tenderness? A good life? Hell,
that was for dudes and rich folks, not for Jamie. Hard dirty work and chasing
the rainbow was all he knew, all his father and his father before him ever
knew... and Sarah hoped he would be happy with it now that he had it all to
himself.
* * *
They were on the road now, somewhere north of the Canadian-U.S. border
and rolling further toward the oil field and construction camps of the
Northwest Territories. It was ironic, in a way, that Sarah had escaped from
one oilworkers' town and was heading for another, but it wasn't the same this
time. She was on the move; the show's schedule called for not more than two
days in any location, so she would see lots and lots of scenery between stops.
And besides, there would be dozens of interesting people to meet along their
full season's schedule that brought them back, by the coming on of winter, to
California, not just the few boring souls back in Blackjack who were always the
same -- dull and uninteresting -- day in and day out.
Sarah rode in the pickup with Mr. Hawkins and one of the animal trainers,
a young kid named Sammy who was working his first season also with the show.
There was a large camper body attached to the truck, with a tiny crawlway
between the cab and the camper, so she could squirm through and get cokes or
beer for them whenever the guys asked for it or sneak a few winks on the double
bed that stretched over the roof of the pickup cab and gave her a panoramic
view of the majestic Canadian Rockies as they passed on her right. Behind
them, but not traveling in convoy because it was too dangerous in the event of
an accident, were two other employees, Hawkins' right hand man, Al Badger, and
the other woman who worked with the show, someone Sarah knew only as Gloria.
They rode in an old station wagon that towed the trailer they seemed to share.
And behind them, further still scattered back along their route, were the
trucks, three of them, that carried the animals from the show. They had left
the wintering site pretty soon after Sarah took the job, so she really hadn't
spent much time with any of them, but they all appeared to be quite healthy and
well-cared for and she was glad of that. She had had it in the back of her
mind that some of these traveling menagerie shows did not take care of their
caged animals, and Sarah wanted no part of any kind of abuse like that. She
could not bear the thought of anyone mistreating a captive animal, or a wild
one, for that matter. To her, that was as alien as beating an infant or
whipping a child with a heavy leather belt. Maybe it was because of the way
she had been so badly treated by her mother's second husband before she finally
ran away and got married to the first jerk who offered a time-payment ring and
had enough for the marriage license. Of course, she had not seen it in quite
that light then, but it was becoming clearer now all the time as she sat
quietly while Sammy and Mr. Hawkins took turns with the pickup, coming into
focus like a television tube warming up. And it wasn't a picture she liked...
nor one she ever wanted to relive. This was all so exciting, a whole new world
out there, and Sarah planned to see every inch of it.
AnmlGirl.txt 3/13
Animal Girl
Chapter 3
Hawkins had made arrangements ahead to have space available at a
privately-owned campground outside Soda Creek, British Columbia for the show's
vehicles, as the drive necessitated a stop halfway from the Canadian border to
the first show stop across the territorial line into the Yukon. This would be
their only overnight rest before the show arrived, as from here on, they would
simply stop individually to change drivers, sleeping in their vehicles until
they reached Line Creek, where they would set up for the resident families and
transient workers engaged there in building a highway through to the coast.
Hawkins was driving when they arrived, and after stopping for a
back-slapping welcome from the campground's manager, a one-legged retired
lumberjack named "Stump" Moran, he personally guided the vehicles into place
for the night as they arrived. Sleeping arrangements were something her new
employer had failed to really explain to Sarah, but she wasn't actually
concerned, for Mr. Hawkins was obviously a harmless enough old eccentric, all
wound up in his animals, busying himself like a leathery white-haired elf as he
scurried from trailer to trailer and bedded everyone down for the night. Sarah
offered her help, but Hawkins insisted that she remain in the camper. "Plenty
of weak minds and strong backs for this kind of work," he had explained. When
she suggested mat this might indeed be a perfect time for getting to know some
of the others, Gloria particularly, as she was the only other woman along,
Hawkins rebuffed her icily. It was strangely out of character for him, and
Sarah was somewhat hurt when he "suggested" quite firmly that she find
something to keep her occupied inside the trailer.
Sarah was surprised at this sudden chill, but she took it calmly enough;
after all, this had been a long tiring day and anyone, even nice old Henry
Hawkins, was entitled to be a bit frayed around the edges. She was there in
the pickup camper alone when he returned over an hour later. Only by finding a
distant American radio station on the camper's receiver had she managed to
stave off the worrying restlessness of boredom, but she was quite relaxed and
contented now when he came back, and the warm smile on the middle-aged man's
face put her even more at ease.
"Sorry to have to leave you so long like this, Miss Olsen... oh, excuse
me, Mrs. Olsen, I forget you're still really married," apologized the
middle-aged graying man quite sheepishly. Sarah found herself embarrassed by
his shyness, his self-effacing manner.
"Oh, don't give it another thought. I was quite happy, really. It's
nice to be able to relax and enjoy the quiet of this beautiful countryside. And
you ought to call me Sarah, then there wouldn't be any problem remembering that
silly ol' Miss or Mrs.," said Sarah smiling in relief at being back in his good
graces again. Hawkins smiled at her suggestion and nodded, then opened the
camper's refrigerator and pulled out a cold beer.
"Want one?" he asked. "Nothing better'n beer to cut the dirt from a hard
day's driving."
Sarah shook her head. "I know it sounds silly in this day and age, but I
don't drink. Guess it was 'cause my pappa... stepfather, actually... drank so
much and I grew up seeing the ugly side of liquor. Never really cared for it
since I can remember."
The wrinkle-faced, sun-toughened old man grinned. "Yep, you're probably
wise. Liquor never did anybody any real good, even the weak stuff like beer
and wine. Still though, I guess I'm too old to change my evil ways now."
Sarah's lips eased into a smile at the thought of nice ol' Mr. Hawkins being
evil. Christ, after some of the people she had known -- or the one she'd
married -- he was like a man of the cloth. "You don't mind if I have this
beer, do ya'?" he asked.
"Of course not! I didn't mean for you to think I was some kind of
do-gooder or something," she explained hurriedly, not wanting to risk offending
her new boss. "I haven't got anything against drinking. I just don't like it
for myself, that's all. Don't go getting any notions that I'm that kind of
person!"
Hawkins slowly turned his head from side to side, his eyes never leaving
her for a second. "That's good, Sarah. 'Cause life gets a little bit
tarnished sometimes traveling around the country like this. You don't have to
become hardened to it, though, just be able to bend enough when the times
comes, and you'll do nicely... really nicely."
Sarah felt an unexpected chill run through her veins... that quickening
that tells you something isn't quite the way it should be. But that was
outrageous, everything was better than it had been for her in years! She
quickly shrugged it off and made herself another cup of coffee and sat down
opposite Hawkins at the fold-down dining table opposite the galley-style
kitchen. He reached up and turned on the gas mantle of the built-in lamp that
hung on the wall beside them and held a paper match to the mantle until it
burst into flame and settled into a white-hot glow that illuminated the cabin
like an electric light bulb.
They sat there in silence for an uncomfortably long time, Sarah curious
and restless from the excitement of this new life unfolding for her so quickly,
Hawkins quiet and pensive, his mind somewhere else as he gazed out the
curtained window through the trees to the opposite clearing where his crew was
busily making preparations for settling down for the night. There were voices
carrying through the fifty yards or so that separated them from the others,
mixed with the muffled sounds of stirring animals caged in their trailers as
the trainer and Sammy moved from cage to cage, dispensing the night's ration of
food and water, plus an occasional dose of vitamins or veterinary prescription
to one or the other mildly ailing beasts.
"Uh, I guess you're sort of used to all this traveling by now... I mean,
you've been to all these places before so many times probably," she said,
feebly making some kind of conversation.
Hawkins looked as if he had been very far away. "What? Oh, yes, you're
absolutely right. But I never get tired of it all. This is the kind of life I
was born for, and I don't ever aim to change. I guess I'll die one day up here
on the road somewhere. Won't be nobody around to mourn over me 'cept Lobo."
"Lobo? That means wolf, doesn't it?"
"Not only means it, he is a wolf."
"You've got a wolf? I didn't see him with the other animals." Hawkins
shook his head. "No, I don't keep him down in California. He stays up here
with "Stump" during the winter, and I just take him with me when I come
through. He's out by those trees there. Take a look, I think you can probably
still see him."
Sarah peered out the fogged-over window, first wiping a spot clear with
her fist. "Oh, you weren't teasing! There he is... and he's not tied or
anything!"
"Tied! Lobo? He wouldn't stand for it. 'Sides I've raised him ever
since he was a pup. One of our trucks accidentally killed his mother and I
took him in. Had to feed him just like a natural baby for months. He and I
are pretty good pals now, like I was his real pappa or something."
Sarah started to giggle at the thought of Mr. Hawkins fathering a timber
wolf, but the look of misty-eyed seriousness on the old man's face cut her
short. By God, he was serious, all right! That mean-looking animal out there
running around loose was like a son to him! Well, anybody his age was due a
few eccentricities, she supposed. If that was all she had to contend with, it
wouldn't be hard at all. "When do I start work, Mr. Hawkins? I mean, when do
I really start to do something? It's nice and all just sitting around, but I
get sort of bored. You know what I mean?" she asked, her soft blue eyes
twinkling.
A slowly spreading grin worked its way through the sun-parched wrinkles
around Hawkins' face. "Don't worry, honey. We'll have plenty for you to do
soon enough. Hey, you sure you don't want a drink? I know one special I bet
you'd like."
"Well, maybe just one. But I can't drink anything real strong. You'll
have to make it kinda' weak for me or I'll get sick."
Henry Hawkins guffawed, reminding Sarah of some grizzled miner she'd once
seen in an old Bogart movie, but she couldn't remember the name. "You break me
up, girl! You're kinda' refreshing, like a breath of spring air around this
bunch of drunks and dee-gen-erates. Don't worry, I'll fix you a special..."
AnmlGirl.txt 4/13
Animal Girl
Chapter 4
Sarah knew even before that first mouthful had started a gentle glow in
her belly that taking a drink at all was a terrible mistake. Jamie had told
her once when they were going to a party that she should be doubly careful
since she wasn't used to drinking and, unlike the more experienced, could not
tell when she had had enough until it was too late.
This stuff tasted good enough -- a "Cuba Libre" he called it, whatever
that meant -- in fact, it was hard to taste anything other than the coke he
made it with. She didn't know what else was in it, except for the slice of
lemon she could see floating on top, because he had gone over to Gloria's
trailer. "Don't have the mixin's here," he had explained.
"Well, how do you like it?" he asked, her, his head cocked sort of
apprehensively.
"Okay... it's sort of like a Coca-Cola with something warm in it, but the
Coke's all I can really taste."
"Well, just take your time with it. You'll get used to it soon enough.
Not that I'm trying to turn you into some sort of lush or something, mind you.
But you'll probably need a drink once in a while when we really get rolling.
It's pretty hectic around this show sometimes."
Sarah nodded. She wanted to ask him once again just exactly what her
duties would be, but she thought better of it. He did not seem to be disposed
to tell her very much right now, and Sarah figured it best to just let things
ride as they were. After all, she was getting paid good money for doing
nothing, so far, so who was she to complain?
They talked for a while longer, Sarah mindful of the fact that her words
were beginning to slur a bit around the edges and that some of her thoughts
seemed to ramble a bit more than usual. But she wasn't drunk, she was certain
of that. Maybe she was no experienced drinker, but she surely knew enough to
know when to stop. Hawkins fixed her another and she reluctantly accepted it,
and she thought for a moment it was a bit strange that he seemed to have
everything he needed right here in the camper this time. But why worry? The
night was cool and quiet, save for an occasional growl from one of the big cats
or a roar from the show's big star, Jomo, the African gorilla, safely locked
behind the double steel bars of his cage where she'd seen him -- just once --
before they left California.
Hawkins rambled on a bit, relating how he had picked up the traveling
show for a song from a Mexican couple who needed the money. He conveniently
left out the rest of the story -- how they were desperate for money for their
son's much-needed operation and he loaned it to them, taking the show as
collateral. Hawkins was in the used furniture business then, as he called it,
though his real trade was in taking over delinquent furniture store accounts
and foreclosing for the goods and reselling it to Chicanos in Los Angeles. It
had been a quite lucrative business, sometimes bringing the same goods back two
or three times before he mistakenly sold them to someone who could actually
hope to make the payments.
That was a part of his life he didn't talk much about, particularly with
new employees. People sometimes got the wrong idea. Just like when they
called him heartless for taking the old couple's livelihood just because their
only son died on the operating table, and they lacked the money to make their
note payment on time. Hell, business is business, he always said, and if you
can't take it, you shouldn't be in it. At least that was the way Henry Hawkins
saw things -- he never believed in giving any quarter, just as he expected none
if the chips happened to be on the opposite side.
But it wasn't good to dwell too much on thoughts like that now... there
was something much more important at hand. Yes, this cute little thing was in
for a real surprise. Just about another hour oughta' do it, he though. He
nearly chuckled out loud as he thought of the look on Gloria's face as he
dumped the powdery Spanish Fly into Sarah's syrupy rum and coke. There was
always plenty of it in the veterinary cupboard for when they breeded the
animals... and for other little surprises like this one. Gloria had been the
first, and she was getting close to the end of her prime now, though God knows
she certainly didn't need any drugs to help her out now. Christ, she could
fuck the balls off a dozen men before she got her second wind. But this one...
this one was sweet and still innocent. Marriage may have cost her her cherry,
but she was just as pure as the day she turned sixteen, and that was just what
the show needed. Oh yeah, little lady, you're in for a big surprise... you'll
probably wet those sweet white panties when you find out what's really in store
for you, but you'll come around, they all do. And I'm gonna' have some real
fun with you while you're making up your mind. Yes sir, some real fun!
AnmlGirl.txt 5/13
Animal Girl
Chapter 5
Gloria was waiting impatiently at the door of her silver-colored trailer
when Hawkins returned from his camper. She was wearing a man's shirt tied to
make a kind of halter and a pair of ragged jeans and boots, her usual
around-camp wear. "Well, how'd it go, Henry? Hurry up, tell me!" she urged
eagerly. Nearly an hour had passed since he came over here through the wooded
thicket to dump that powerful aphrodisiac into the new blonde's drink, and she
was beside herself with expectant curiosity.
"She took it like mother's milk," he grinned in the macabre yellow glare
of the trailer's outside bulb. "Shouldn't be long now."
"Ooo, I can hardly wait," the mid-thirtyish woman squealed. "Al, hey Al,
Henry's back!" she yelled in that sort of hoarse whisper-shout of someone
wishing to yell without being heard too far away. A pot-bellied slight balding
man in his mid-forties shuffled groggily into view from the battered trailer's
tiny bedroom. He was holding an open half-quart can of beer and an unlit
cigarette was dangling from his lower lip. It stayed there as he spoke, held
in place by the wetness of the beer he'd obviously just finished. "Went like
clockwork, huh, Henry?" he inquired, dropping the emptied beer can into a
plastic trash can lined with newspaper that was positioned by the bedroom door.
"When you think she'll be ready? I wouldn't mind a piece o' her ass myself.
Did you see those legs? And tits! Man, she's got a pair like one o' them
fold-out girlies."
Gloria glared at him half seriously. "You just shut your mouth, Al
Badger. You can't even satisfy the woman you've got, much less go spreading it
around."
Henry laughed out loud and his employee's face momentarily flushed.
"Shit, Gloria," said the heavier one with the tee-shirt that failed to cover
his protruding belly. "It'd take half the men in Canada to satisfy you and you
know it."
"Goddamn right, if they all had cocks like that scrawny one of your's!"
she taunted.
"Scrawny! You can go to hell, you ol' whore, I ain't never had any
complaints before!"
"Now, now, you two, save all that energy for later. And anyway, Gloria,
you're gonna' be gettin' all the cock you can handle when we give that first
show."
Gloria felt a shiver of anticipation run up her spine at just the
thought. She'd done some pretty far-out things since signing up with Henry
Hawkins, at least since he found out there wasn't any money in menagerie shows
for kiddies and bored grownups. That was when he decided to add something new,
something special just for the men-folks and an occasional thrill-seeking woman
or two. That was where she came in -- the special show, the one that cost five
dollars a head and was well worth it. She put one on, all right, left them
with their tongues hanging out when she'd polished off that wolf of Henry's...
and sometimes a donkey if the crowd was right and she felt up to it. Not to
mention the one or two she always took out of the audience, just to give the
locals something to talk about after they'd pulled up and left. But sometime on
this tour, they would try something new and different... and even Gloria was
nervous about how it would work out.
"Gimme' a beer, Al, and I'll go back and see how our new little girl is
doing with the something special I gave her. She oughta' be about to come in
her pants about right now."
"How about it, Henry? You gonna' share this one now, or have I got to
stand in line?"
"Oh no, not tonight, it's too soon for that. But I tell you what -- you
two come on over in a little while and take a look-see through that window over
the sink. Maybe you'll get a little show, who knows!"
* * *
Sarah had already slipped out of her clothes and into a pale green
nightie before Henry Hawkins walked the distance over to Al and Gloria's
trailer. She was tired and sleepy and the couple of drinks her new boss fixed
her made it even worse, so all she wanted was to get under those covers and
close her eyes.
But then it happened... not all at once, but in little short spurts,
brief quivering spasms of intense feeling and stimulation that coursed through
her scantily-clad young body in surge after surge of frightening strangeness.
It didn't worry her much at first; after all, it could have been anything --
the onset of some virus from all the travel and excitement, or maybe just her
insides knotting up from the newness of all this or... but there was soon no
way of kidding herself. Something, indeed, had happened to her, just as surely
as if a hidden switch inside her brain had been triggered open. First the
feeling of blood rushing heatedly to her belly, then the tingling spreading
upward through her thighs, then to her lushly quivering breasts where they
reddened slightly and began to swell with an excitement all their own. And
then her tiny young nipples began to throb as if in wicked perverse
accompaniment to the unknown song of quickening desire that was somehow welling
inside her at this very moment.
Her mind reeled for a moment and then her confused thoughts, blurred by
the effects of the unaccustomed liquor, began to come together in one
frightening melange of apprehension and suspicious fear. What is happening to
me? Something's wrong... maybe I've been poisoned. Yes, that's it, poisoned!
No, that can't be right, who would poison me? Maybe it's the liquor, maybe I'm
allergic to something in those drinks.
"You sick or somethin', Sarah?" She jumped half a foot off the camper
floor at the sudden intrusion; turning, startled, she saw that Mr. Hawkins had
let himself in through the unlocked door and was standing there in the doorway
only a few feet away. Only she couldn't see him, at least not clearly. He was
more a smeared, shapeless mass to her blurry eyes than the man she remembered
from just a short while ago.
"You scared me. I didn't know you were coming back," she said slowly and
deliberately, wondering if the words sounded the same on the other side of her
lips as they did to her. She was shaking her head from side to side, as if
that might clear the murkiness from her mind and enable her to think clearly
once again...
"Sorry, honey," he smiled. "I guess I should have knocked. Didn't know
you were getting ready for bed." He glanced down along the scarcely concealed
smooth curves of her voluptuous young body, her high jutting breasts and long
shapely legs clearly visible to his obviously appraising stare. She crossed
her arms over her firmly ripened breasts and stirred uncomfortably, uneasy
under the suddenly coldness of his gaze.
"I... I guess I must have a bit of an upset stomach. Maybe it's the
change in scenery. I've heard it can do that to you, huh?"
"That's right, Sarah, just a little virus or something," he said warmly,
and she quickly felt reassured, though no less uncomfortable standing here like
this. He might have been old enough to be her father, but that was no fatherly
look in his eyes when he first came in. "Better let me take a look. I'm no
doctor, but traveling around like I do in the back country, I've had to pick up
a bit of medicine just to keep all my folk in one piece. Not to mention all
the vet'rinary learning I've managed to accumulate."
"Oh, I'm all right. It's n-nothing," she stammered nervously as he
stepped toward her. She was afraid of him -- she didn't like this new chilling
hardness in his eyes. It was incredible -- even when he talked so sweetly, it
was still there. It couldn't have been there before... or maybe she just
didn't see it then. "P-please, really, it's just a cold or something. I'll go
on to bed and I'll be as fit as can be in the morning, honest!"
A menacing, yellow-toothed grin opened his face like it had been hacked
with a cleaver. "Just the same, I better take a look. Can't be too careful,
you know."
The rough-skinned man stepped toward her, and the terrified young blonde
backed hastily toward the rear of the camper, as if some sort of security were
offered by the wall at her back, though there was no way out except through the
door behind Hawkins or through the tiny crawlway into the truck cab which was
out of the question. She stopped moving backwards only when her back touched
the back wall, her neck just below the edge of the bed that was above the truck
cab. There was nowhere else to go. Suddenly, with no warning, he reached out
to her and, with a coarse sneering laugh, gripped the flimsy gauze-like
sheerness of her nightie in one calloused hand and, with a quick twist, yanked
the thin garment from her smooth shoulders, ripping it in half like it was a
strip of toweling. She stood all but naked before his eagerly probing eyes, as
much confused and astonished as frightened, only the soft protruding mound of
her drug-inflamed vagina still hidden from his cold appraising stare by her
thin panties.
"Please, please," she begged, and her melon-firm breasts heaved with
every agonizing plea. "You can't mean this, Mr. Hawkins! This isn't right,
you just can't! Please!" Tears streamed from the corner of her eyes as she
hoarsely begged for mercy, but there was not a hint of hesitation in the older
man's eyes... he knew what he wanted, and he would get it. It was just a
matter of time.
"Why, Missy, I reckon' I just don't know what you're talking about," he
drawled, affecting his finest Georgia-cracker tone and looking not-at-all dumb
and innocent of any wrong-doing. He grinned wider as his hand seemed to
absent-mindedly roam along the inside of his pants leg. Sarah's eyes widened
in genuine fright when she spotted the rapidly-swelling bulge that grew right
before her eyes along the inside of his thigh.
"You oughta' be gettin' about right," he leered. "Notice anything
different the last half-hour or so?"
Sarah's thoughts whirled dizzily... I haven't been poisoned, I've been
drugged! That's why I feel so strange! I can see it now... he put something
in my drink!
His open palm touched her nakedly quivering breast, his fingers brushing
lightly against her upturned, quivering nipple. A shiver of terror and
revulsion rippled through her chest and tied knots in her trembling belly.
Maybe if she had been less frightened, less caught-unaware, she would have
noticed better the still-growing, festering something that had plagued her
senses earlier. But Sarah could not fully grasp it, could not begin to
comprehend the depth of her ensnarement now... she was trapped, tied, and bound
as surely as if by a dozen fetters -- and fast on her way to the deepest,
vilest depths of human depravity... and there was no way on earth to stop it!
"No... please, n-no, Mr. Hawkins," she trembled. "You've had too much to
drink or something. You-you're not yourself... please, just leave me alone and
we'll forget this ever happened, please!"
Sarah knew her plight was not totally hopeless; there was still a hope
left for her. Maybe he would leave her alone after all. Maybe if she could
just grit her teeth and let him touch her, just hold back the nausea and
revulsion long enough to let his dirty fingers course over her warm, naked
flesh, maybe that would satisfy him and the nice Mr. Hawkins she knew before
would take his rightful place again. She knew even to think such things was
wrong, but what choice was there? She could scream for help... but everyone
within earshot was an employee of this man, dependent on him for bread and
their very survival. How could they be expected to aid her, a total stranger,
at the expense of their own livelihoods? Of course, maybe he would leave her
alone and just go away if she screamed, but that would be the end of her job.
That would mean being dumped up here, penniless, in the wilds of northern
Canada or worse still, having to go back to Jamie in Blackjack, head-hung, and
begging for forgiveness. No, I won't go back there, no matter what, I can't go
back to Jamie. That's over and done, and I've got to make this new life work or
there's nowhere left for me to go. I've got to... got to!
Perhaps a more experienced woman, craftier in the ways of the world and
of desiring men, would have seen the futility in those thoughts, seen the
hopelessness of such a choice and have taken off on a new tack, leaving all
this and her past, too, behind. Maybe even Sarah Olsen herself could have made
a clearer-headed decision that night if she hadn't been doped on enough Spanish
Fly to drive a dozen women insane with animal lust... but the decision was
made, the die was cast, and Sarah Olsen took the one last step that catapulted
her into a shadowy world she didn't know existed, one that might be the only
one she would ever know.
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Animal Girl
Chapter 6
Henry Hawkins was out of his pants and undershorts before Sarah realized
what was happening. It was all like some kind of scene from a bad movie, all a
quick dizzying blur as she watched the man disrobe through eyes glazed and
heavy with the drug and with the strong liquor. He was naked now from the
waist to his ankles, still wearing his black socks that fell down around the
tops of his shoes in a tired heap. He made a truly ludicrous spectacle
standing there, looking for all the world like a character in an ancient stag
movie, only minus the mask and hair-line mustache. But Sarah was in no
position to laugh... she was trapped through her own carelessness and stupidity
and, short of running home like a scared little girl to Jamie, there was
nothing to do but face up to him, do as he asked and hope that she could live
with herself when it was over.
The whole front of his lower body looked to be covered with hair, a thick
woolly fur that thickened and curled around his thighs and loins. His hand
fondly rubbed his long dangling penis hanging from the coarse thicket and, as
if he had given some secret inner command, it really began to swell and grow,
leaping in spasmodic jerks into full, threatening rigidity. That same evil
grin, only now more of a growingly triumphant sneer, spread lewdly across his
face as his lust-hardened shaft grew even larger and thicker. "Not bad for an
old man, huh, miss?" he chuckled. "Bet that ol' man you left behind in
California couldn't match it inch for inch in a million years, right?" There
was no reply from the frightened blonde. "Answer me, bitch! It's quite a
cock, huh?"
Sarah gulped down her fear and nodded. "Y-Yes, yes, it is," she murmured
hoarsely.
"Come on over here and feel it, baby. You needn't be afraid."
Almost as if she didn't have a mind of her own Sarah obediently moved
closer, reluctantly, both hands over her breasts still, as they rose and fell
anxiously in her fright and apprehension.
"Go on, touch it!" He grabbed one of her arms and pulled it down close to
his massively throbbing cock, and she opened her fingers just as his own
tightened painfully around her delicate wrist. Her fingertips brushed along
its hot, awesome length and the menacing monster seemed to grow even thicker,
though that would have seemed impossible.
Sarah felt the proper revulsion, as she knew she ought to, but there was
something deep inside her insides she couldn't quite define as yet, something
that seemed like a candle lit far down in the dark sanctuary of her belly, only
a tiny warm glow, but somehow bearing the threat of bursting into a raging
inferno at any minute. That was the only way to describe it... she marked it
up as fear and nausea, but in the back of her mind she knew there must be
another explanation.
"Get down on your knees!" came the unexpected barked command, and the
frightened young blonde only looked back at her superior with disbelieving
eyes. She thought she had prepared herself for the worst, that maybe she would
have to sacrifice all her decency and let this man touch her to satisfy his
filthy lust, but this... this was beyond all humanity! He couldn't mean what
she thought, he couldn't! Even with Jamie she had never done such a thing. It
was vile and degenerate, the kind of thing whores do for money, not decent
people. She wouldn't... she couldn't!
Nothing, no countless hours of fear and worry, could have prepared the
terrified young girl for what the lecherous Hawkins did next. His hand darted
forward, his face still snarled in the contemptuous knot of hate and lust mixed
obscenely, and Sarah reacted instinctively, fully expecting to catch the brunt
of an awful, punishing blow for her disobedience to his wanton will. But it
wasn't a cruel fist or stinging palm that crossed her flesh... instead he only
closed his fingers around the full, ripe mound of her breast and then
skillfully manipulated the nakedly sensitive flesh, bringing out the desire
effect in her like a musician tuning up his instrument. Her arm shot up to
push his hand away, but she caught herself in mid-stride. That certain
something strange inside her again had grown suddenly more powerful and
commanding, and whatever it was told her forcefully to leave his fingers where
they were.
Feeling the weird sensations in her abdomen growing more and more
intense, spreading inside her like fire spreads in a tree, from one limb to
another until the whole organism is aflame with a raging holocaust of
intensity, Sarah was amazed to find herself unable to resist his command.
Obediently, instinctively somehow, she sank to her knees as if her legs had
become boneless, and found herself at his feet, naked save for her little white
panties, and totally vulnerable now at this depraved man's merciless whim. She
tried not to look at his nakedness, to shut her eyes and keep away the
nauseating reality of the presence of his long hard penis. She could feel its
heatedly throbbing tip brushing against her forehead, nuzzling through the fine
spray of her blonde bangs. It was fully erect now, and the lust-swollen head
was completely out of its elastic sheath and poised... ready for what she knew
now was inevitable. Yet strangely, she could scarcely sense her fear at all...
it was as if all her emotions had been blocked out by some powerful drug. All,
that is, except one... and that one was making itself unbearably apparent
inside her belly as a sudden itching sensitiveness spread over her hidden
private parts like an epidemic pox. It was more and more obvious what this
strangeness inside her was, or what it was becoming, but she refused to give in
to it, refused to acknowledge its strength and her own surrender.
"What the hell are you waiting for, you silly bitch? Haven't you ever
sucked a cock before? You suck this one just like you suck one of them scrawny
little ones you're used to."
Sarah turned her flaming face away from the massively pulsating shaft
that was level now with her face. Her eyes were closed, partly from fear and
partly from shame.
"Hurry it up, cunt! Get those sweet lips around it or I'll stick it all
the way down to your belly and choke you on it. Now move!" He had not really
planned to get so rough with her, usually with the Spanish Fly, it wasn't
necessary... Goddamn it, why doesn't that shit work!
He grabbed the side of her head, his fingers twisted in her hair and
positioned her right in front of his lust-hardened cock. Still her wetly
trembling lips were closed and his fingers wound viciously in her silken blonde
hair until she cried out from the sudden, searing pain that shot across her
scalp. It felt as if all her hair were being yanked out by the roots.
"You'd better open up, baby! Right now!"
Without thinking, her ripe young lips parted and he rammed his thick pole
of hardened flesh home, slamming it forward with a quick snap of his loins. The
hotly throbbing penis slid over her tongue and rammed against the back of her
throat, poking painfully against the tender untried flesh of her virginal
throat passage. She gagged on its immense thickness and choked for air, but he
wasn't satisfied yet.
"Relax those throat muscles and behave yourself, girl... relax 'em, or
I'll ram it out your asshole!"
Sarah gasped an unintelligible plea, unable to breathe as the long hot
hardness filled her mouth and throat completely, leaving no room at all for air
to enter her lungs. Seeing no other way but total obedience to his perverted
demands, she managed to relax her throat a bit, and to her amazement, the
heatedly throbbing cock now squirmed easily down her open throat channel. She
could feel it far down in her, filling her completely, impaling her through her
tightly ovalled lips as she stretched her mouth to accommodate his massive
hardness. She was lower now than the lowest, she had sunk to the very bottom
depths of this pit of wanton wickedness she had made for herself. She had
become, in a matter of minutes, less than human... nothing more than a
receptacle for this depraved animal's seething lust. She felt the tears on her
cheeks, but she could not stop them now. There seemed nothing else to do but
get it over with as soon as possible. She knew that to delay was sheer
folly... God only knew what might happen to her if she crossed him now. Oh,
please let this be a dream!
Hawkins watched her carefully, noting every movement, every naked
precious inch of her tender young body. His hands slid to her bare shoulders;
they were soft, warm, like rare velvet. He could feel the shame-hardened tips
of her erect little nipples, crowning fleshy peaks of her firmly ripened
breasts that jutted out and rubbed sensuously against his bare legs. He
grabbed her head again and worked her wetly ovalled lips back and forth faster
on his immense choking cock. She took the cue quickly, not wanting to rile his
savage lust any higher, ready to do anything to end this horrible vile act and
free her to try to find an excuse to live another minute.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's real nice, a whole lot better, baby. Now suck it real
hard... harder 'n hell, real hard!"
Sarah gagged every time the long hard cock tunneled down her throat
passage, brushing the sides of her gullet, filling the narrow channel with its
huge, blood-engorged head. She could feel the muscles of her throat
involuntarily milking the hot, vicious shaft with every downward thrust, and
she could see what an effect it was having on this madman. She could feel his
heatedly pulsating penis grow even harder, even thicker as swirling,
lust-heated blood filled the turgid organ and a seething pool grew more and
more inflamed in his heavy, leathery balls.
"C'mon, baby, I'm almost there!"
Those words stopped her heart, froze her still with the agonizing disgust
of a helpless, ravished gutter slut. God, almighty, he was going to do it! He
was going to shoot his heated, lustful sperm deep down into her helpless
throat. Oh my God, what can I do? What can I do?
Though Sarah was not aware of it, she and the lustful old man had an
audience just a few scant feet away. Through the window above the camper's
galley kitchen, through the couple of inches of glass that wasn't covered with
opaque curtain, Gloria and Al stood on tiptoe, heads one above the other, vying
for the best view of the incredibly lascivious show going on like some porno
movie inside this tiny screen. Jesus, they both thought, is that broad ever
beautiful. Those tits and those legs! Man, what a body! Gloria was every bit
as excited by this wickedly exciting performance as her sometime-boyfriend, Al.
Damn, she thought in her hidden inner passions, I'd like to give that honey a
ride myself. And maybe tonight's my chance. I've kept my little secret
desires to myself too long!
She felt Al's bare hand slip up under her mini dress as she tiptoed up to
see into the camper. As usual, she wasn't wearing panties, and she only
squirmed a bit and let out a muffled giggle as his outstretched middle finger
found her already-moist slit. She opened her thighs to give him better leverage
and breathed deeply to hold back her gasp of surprise, for he was suddenly far
up inside her, probing hungrily inside her wet, hotly excited cuntal sheath.
She looked into his eyes for a moment, taking her gaze away for only a second
from the wonderfully salacious spectacle of this young blonde chick with a body
like a Vegas showgirl down on her knees like some two-dollar skid-row whore,
her boss's thick, wetly glistening penis shoved so far down her throat that his
pubic hairs brushed her nose and cheeks with every thrusting shove. "Don't get
me too horny, baby," she whispered softly into his ear, her cheek against his
unshaven bristle.
"This might be a long, long night!"
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Animal Girl
Chapter 7
Hawkins felt the flood coming like a Bay of Bengal tidal wave... he made
no attempt to hold it back; he'd waited long enough for this moment. He hoped
it would come in quarts -- buckets full -- he hoped his lust-swollen balls
would disgorge great sticky gobs of sperm, a hot, sticky river to flood her
belly and break the young bitch in right. Yes sir, this little blonde had
better get in step quick, 'cause she's got a hell of a career coming right up.
He'd give her something to keep in mind, something she'd long remember as his
load sloshed in her belly. His hands squeezed her head vice more, holding her
pinned tight up against his pumping loins, her face crushed in his sweaty pubic
hair. He pushed far, far down her throat, straining as if to bury the aching
head of his wildly jerking cock in her very belly. Here it comes... he could
feel it starting its long, deliciously-painful run down the long turgid shaft
of his penis. He stopped dead as it reached the swollen, hard-throbbing knob
at the end, paused for an eternity, then exploded against the sides of her
working throat and swirled down into her belly in thick, gulping waves.
"Now, honey, now! Suck it like it was your mama's tit, baby! Every last
drop! Suck, damn you, suck!"
Sarah swallowed again and again and again, every choking gulp oozing down
her throat like a thick creamy soup. Her mind was spinning like a child's top;
and she was lost for the moment in her own despair and self-debasement when '
it happened... that gnawing hot flame that had been bothering her like a fly
around her head was now raging out of control. In her shame and humiliation,
her utter subjugation, she had failed to be aware of its sudden all-consuming
intensification. Oh God, yes, it's burning inside me... I feel strange, so
strange... and... and... oh dear God, I want it! What's happened to me! I
want this sperm, this vile seething torrent, I want every previous drop inside
me! And I want his cock... oh merciful God, I want any cock! Please, I need
one in me so bad! It's burning me up inside!
The flames of drug-induced desire had spread from the junction of her
nakedly trembling thighs up the plane of her belly and into the very throbbing
pink tips of her erect little nipples. She fondled them frantically with her
fingers, then, lost completely now in her wild and' sudden frantic passion,
felt her own hand slide down inside her panties and begin to tenderly stroke
the folds of warm, wet flesh around the achingly-tender clitoris. She felt her
hotly quivering vaginal lips open of their own accord and a flood of her own
passion juices seeping down the insides of her sleek upper thighs as she sucked
hard, incredibly hard. She was sucking now because she wanted to. she wanted
all of his hot viscous discharge to spurt down her throat, as if it somehow
might quench the flames of animal wantonness that were raging so fiercely now
in her belly. She swallowed in gushing, sloshing waves of savage hot fluid.
Her arms were suddenly behind his thighs, holding his naked loins to her lips,
then her fingers stroked his sinewy asscheeks, caressed his anus. An instant
later, darting furtively, they were on his rapidly emptying testicles,
caressing them, squeezing them delicately, until every last drop was drained
into her throat. "You're finally there, you whore! Suck it like the slut you
are, suck it!"
* * *
When Sarah finally managed to get her eyes opened and focused again,
Hawkins had put his pants back on and was zipping up his pants. Suddenly she
realized that her hand was still inside her own panties, that she was openly
and wantonly fondling herself, but she couldn't stop. God, it feels so good!
I'm so hot inside... so hot. I need a man inside me there, any man!
"P-Please..." Her lips were parched dry and the word came out like a
dying gasp of someone lost on the desert in the burning sun. "Don't l-leave me
like... like this," she begged, but he only laughed at her, sneering down at
her as she writhed helplessly on the shag-carpeted floor.
"You've had all you're gonna' get for now, honey," he grinned evilly.
"But I'll be back." And with that he opened the camper door and was gone.
Sarah felt the tears return to her eyes, but she didn't care any longer.
Hurrying, frantic with all the frenetic passion of a teenager about to be made
love to for the first time, she lifted her smoothly rounded buttocks from the
floor and pulled her panties down her firm young thighs, over her supple
calves, and tossed them aside. Gone now was that shred of decency she had
retained... gone was any fragment of modesty or shame. Nothing mattered now
but this burning agony up inside her that ached -- screamed -- for fulfillment.
Her fingers spread the fleshy moist ridges of her cunt and found the quivering,
nerve-packed bud of her clitoris. Her whole body snapped like the end of a
bullwhip when she made that first electric contact. "Yes... oh dear God, yes!"
And through the half-covered kitchen window, three eagerly attentive
faces watched with undisguised excitement as this ravenously beautiful young
blonde brought herself up and over that delicious pinnacle of self-fulfillment.
They watched, eyes wide with glee, as she arched off the floor, escaping her
half-parted lips as one hand frantically rubbed through the moistness of her
ravenous cleft and over the bud of her gleaming little clitoris; the fingers of
her other hand were sunk deeply and satisfyingly up inside her hot, hungrily
clasping vagina.
For a moment, no one even breathed outside the camper window. Then, Henry
Hawkins finally spoke. "Don't worry... that little bit o' foolin' around won't
hardly be enough. No sir, she's gonna' need a lot more tonight. A lot more!"
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Animal Girl
Chapter 8
"I say we get on with it, dammit! We've waited long enough, Henry. Shit,
she might have gotten over that dose of Spanish Fly you gave her and gone to
sleep by now!" Al Badger was pacing the floor of his trailer like one of the
caged animals, waving his arms, gesturing, walking back and forth until he had
both his companions as nervous and high-strung as he.
"Oh, all right, Al," said Hawkins finally, getting out of his well-worn
chair. "I can't take much more of your pacing anyhow. She oughta' be 'bout
right by now. I guess I was a mite too soon before. It hadn't really took."
Gloria hah-hahed a questioning laugh. "She looked pretty much into it to
me. From where we stood she seemed about to suck your guts out through that
prick of your's. Or didn't you notice?"
"Oh, stop being a wise-ass, Gloria," snapped Hawkins. "You're just
jealous 'cause she's better looking than you, that's all. It just sticks in
your craw that Al and me are so damn fired up about fuckin' that sweet littl'
thing, don't it? You'd rather we stayed here and put the meat to your ol'
wornout ass, ain't that right?" he teased her viciously.
"No, not really," retorted the older blonde haughtily, "But maybe I'll
get a bit of the action myself. There are other ways, you know. Haven't you
guys heard of women's lib? We girls don't need you any more."
Henry and Al just looked at each other, dumb-founded. They'd seen Gloria
do just about anything you could think of with a man or an animal, but they'd
never seen her go at it with another woman. Now this might be something really
interesting, they were both thinking.
"Just one thing, Gloria," began Henry.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"Don't come on too strong, you know what I mean? Like maybe it would be
better if you sort of pretend you're being forced into it, understand?"
The toothy blonde grinned and her eyes sparkled. "I get you! So she'll
think we're in it together, right?"
"Right. That way she's got a friend to lean on sort of. You never know
with this Spanish Fly. It affects broads in the strangest ways. I've seen 'em
go stark raving bananas, so we can't be too careful. Remember, we want her for
the sex circus, and she's no good to us if she flips her lid, okay?" Al and
Gloria both nodded solemnly -- he was right, they'd been looking a long time
for just the right girl, one with that look of innocence the men in the
audience always go for and one with no ties or family waiting somewhere for the
chance to go to the police after the first postcard from their dear child. Yes,
this one was perfect, all right, and it wouldn't do to blow the whole operation
at this late date. Hawkins' face suddenly lighted. "Should we take Lobo?
Think she's ready for it?" His friends' answer showed in their eyes... Ready
or not, she was in for a big surprise!
* * *
Sarah was lying fitfully on the convertible bed when the three people
and, the great yellow-eyed wolf entered the camper; she was squirming from side
to side like some poor soul with an attack of appendicitis. Only the three of
them knew it wasn't her appendix that was inflamed and about to burst... it was
her tight little pussy!
"P-Please... leave me alone... just leave me, please," she whimpered
feebly, her words barely coming from her throat as her whole body filled with
husky yearnings of her incredible, unrequited passion.
"Now you don't really mean that, honey," grinned Hawkins down at her as
she lay there writhing like a bug stuck with a pin. "We all came over for a...
a little party. Ain't that right, Gloria?"
"Yeah, if you say so, Henry. Only I don't like the looks of this.
Something's wrong with this girl, Henry. You didn't say nothing about this,"
she said very seriously, playing her part as skillfully as a professional.
"Aw, c'mon, Gloria, we just want some fun, that's all. Maybe you'd like
to be first with our little friend here. She seems to be in need of some help
right now."
"No, Henry, I won't have any part of it," she spat convincingly at her
employer.
"Oh, but you will... now get your clothes off!"
"Henry, no, I can't!"
Henry took a step forward and raised his fist as if to strike her across
the face. Beside him, the vicious looking wolf growled menacingly while the
naked young blonde, mindless of her nakedness, mindless of everything save this
agonizing burning inside her belly, watched curiously. After a moment's
standoff, the older blonde woman seemed to relent and began, reluctantly and
hesitantly, to take off her clothes. Even in her mindless stupor, Sarah was
conscious enough to be surprised at the older woman's nicely-formed,
fully-developed body. It was the body of a sensually mature woman, that much
was certain... as different from her own as an Italian sex symbol's figure
might be from a ripening young model. Both of them were beautiful in their own
rightful womanly voluptuousness and ripened, opposite pert young womanhood.
Henry pointed to Gloria, "You... lie down there on that bed... on your
back so's I can see all your sweets." Gloria didn't argue; she climbed onto
the yard-high bed that was longer than she was, stretched out, and lay
perfectly still, not voicing any objections. He grabbed both her ankles, and
she closed her eyes tightly, looking for all the world to be as frightened as
the younger girl at her side. Henry seemed to have something else in mind for
them, and he started by spreading her legs apart with his hands, opening up the
pink, hair-lined slit of her pussy so that he and his pal could see her wetly
pouting cuntal lips.
"You..." He meant Sarah. "... get up there with her, kinda' kneeling
like, with your head other way. I wanna' see some sixty-nining, you know what
I mean?" The words seemed hard for him to speak, and he hesitated at the very
mention of this act he obviously deemed something special, a rare and treasured
moment for him to witness. Sarah obeyed, also without any hesitation; that
look on his face was worth a dozen threats. She placed her knees at Gloria's
sides and kneeled on all fours as she was ordered, then waited for his next
perverted instruction. Her full ripe breasts dangled freely beneath her as she
knelt and as Gloria breathed in and out, they lightly touched the older woman's
naked belly; the pink nipples tingled and quivered, but this time not with
excitement, but with revulsion and dread. She'd never really thought about
doing anything like this; she knew it went on, but she never thought she'd be
part of it. It was an unthinkable act to Sarah, something she couldn't
remember even fantasizing about, even in her wildest schoolgirl daydreams. The
very thought of it turned her stomach... but she knew what he wanted her to do.
She knew what lewd despicable act he wanted the two of them to perform, spread
out here naked on this platform like two performers in a stag club. She tried
not to think about it, to resign herself to getting it over with as quickly as
he would allow, to keeping her mind off it... but it was harder and harder to
face as the seconds ticked by.
"Well, what're you waitin' for? Get on with it!" growled Hawkins, now
only a couple of feet away with his vicious four-legged companion at his side.
The wolf obviously hated her perhaps only because she was a woman, but Hawkins
was holding him securely by his heavy collar to keep him back, without that
restraint he looked fierce enough to tear them both apart without much effort.
Sarah tried to speak, but the words hung in her dry throat; she managed
finally to cough them out. "Please, I can't... I've never done anything like
this before. I wouldn't even know how!" Her pleas obviously were falling on
deaf ears, but Gloria saved her the trouble of another futile try.
"Don't worry, I'll show you what they want us to do," she offered,
stretched flat on her back beneath her friend. "Just do what I do and you
won't get hurt..." She looked to the men questioningly. "Right?" Hawkins
grinned a gleaming, gold-splashed grin that answered her question, and Gloria
proceeded to carry out the orders these man had given her.
She could see all of Sarah's naked young body kneeling over her's, see
the full, womanly breasts that teasingly brushed her abdomen if she breathed
hard enough to bring it that high; the slim, creamy thighs that blended so
smoothly with the bottom-crease of her ass were just a few inches from her face
now. And the warmly perfumed pussy slit nestled so invitingly there above her
in the fleecy down of Sarah's soft pubic mound. Yes, Gloria told herself, this
scene has something going for it, something nice, real nice...
She reached up and locked her hands around the delicate curve of the
young blonde's back and pulled her naked pelvis toward her hungrily parted
lips. Sarah hesitated at first, Gloria could feel her tense and pull away. But
a reassuring sound was all the girl needed, and she relaxed, allowing her loins
to be lowered to Gloria's face. A visible shiver raced through Sarah's body as
Gloria's slightly puckered lips touched the damp furrow of her heatedly
throbbing pussy; Gloria felt a tickling sensation as the softly curling pubic
fluff brushed her nose. Closing her eyes, she pressed her parted wet lips hard
against the ragged, rose-colored lips of the girl's vagina. She felt her tense
again, her thigh muscles grow hard and sinewy. After a moment though, Sarah
followed her lead and lowered her own lips until her head was cradled against
the flat plane of Gloria's abdomen and touching the soft, hair-covered pubic
mound.
Sarah tentatively, cautiously, kissed the fragrant cleft up between
Gloria's legs, fully aware of the shivers that her gentle touch sent through
the older woman's belly. It wasn't as bad as she'd expected, though she was
still fighting to hold back the choking nausea in her throat. She mimicked her
friend's actions perfectly, and as Gloria began to nibble tenderly on the soft
flanges of her pussy, she returned with the same delivered to the woman's naked
loins. She tried not to think, to force her mind to remain a blank, to somehow
keep her sanity in an insane nightmare by forcing it out of her thoughts. But
it was hopeless... she couldn't escape the truth of what she was doing. She
couldn't escape the lustful stares these two men were raking her naked young
body with... she could not hide from the shame and utter humiliation of this
wanton, salacious act she was being forced to be a part of. It was all so
incredibly unreal, so unbelievably crazy that she wondered if it were real, she
wondered if she'd lost her mind hours ago, that this insane day in her life
might be some psychotic fantasy. This can't be really happening, I have to
wake up from all this and find that it never happened! But she didn't wake
up... and it was very, very real.
Gloria's hungry mouthing between her widespread thighs grew more and more
frenetic, more intense, and though she wondered at the woman's sudden
eagerness, she reciprocated without hesitation, and like Gloria, burrowed her
tongue between the hotly moistened slit hidden between the soft outer cuntal
lips. Gloria's tongue snaked rapidly in and out of Sarah's pussy-cleft and
though she tried to suppress it, the girl found her whole body beginning to
writhe and squirm from the wickedly lascivious tonguing her fevered young slit
was receiving. Gloria's wetly quivering tongue fucked in and out of her narrow
pink passage, prodding the sensitive walls of her pussy with lizard-like,
darting movements that caused the drugged girl to shiver each time the hotly
licking tongue scraped across her sensitive flesh. She eased her own licking
pace, only to be prodded by the single poke from Hawkins to her ribs. She
burrowed back between her girlfriend's warmly pulsating pussy-lips, nibbling
the pinkish flanges of her cunt with renewed vigor and feigned enthusiasm,
only... this time there was something different, some weak, signaling sensation
she couldn't yet pinpoint, yet she knew it was there. Oh, no. It can't be!
That feeling in my belly! I can't be enjoying this, it's wrong, it's evil and
filthy! I can't let myself feel this way, I can't!
She tried to fight it off, to suppress the unnatural, wantonness she was
sensing as it stirred in her loins, but the drug wouldn't let her. It was
hardly noticeable at first, but it seemed that the harder she fought it, the
stronger it became. Gloria sensed the girl's sudden awakening and wasted not a
second taking advantage of this new opportunity; she didn't care about the men
watching, those bastards could get their kicks any way they wanted them. She
was getting all the satisfaction she needed from feeling Sarah squirm as she
held her arms locked around the small of her back, forcing her writhing young
crotch down against her probing, sucking, nibbling lips. Lips that searched
every pore, every yielding crevice of the blonde's softly clasping pussy,
warmed their wet way into the warmly clasping tunnel and flicked playfully at
the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris.
Sarah wasn't the only one feeling the effects of the prolonged oral
fucking session; Gloria could feel the delicious heat welling in her own
pelvis, and she knew it wouldn't take much more of the young blonde's suddenly
voracious pussy-nibbling to drive her up the wall. She gripped Sarah's naked
hips tighter and ground her whole face into the wantonly writhing girl's hot,
damp pussy, ramming her long wet tongue far up into the hotly clasping cuntal
sheath. Gloria was nearing the brink, she found it more and more difficult to
concentrate on her relished task, so great were the waves of lascivious
pleasure that were coursing through her own naked body. She suddenly, and
without warning, locked her long legs around Sarah's neck, forcing the young
blonde's sucking wet lips tighter in against her burning, hungry orifice.
"Goddamn, look at 'em go to it!" exclaimed Al, a look on his face like a
big, stupid grizzly. "I ain't ever seen nothin' like that! Goddamn, go to it!
Go to it!" His face and that of his companion were only inches from the girls'
nakedly squirming bodies, their sweat-covered flesh glistening in the harsh
glow of the overhead bulb.
Henry's savage animal, Lobo, was sitting on the command at his side, a
permanent vicious snarl on his lips that seemed to grow louder as the girls
locked together in a wanton, forbidden embrace, their arms and legs intertwined
and their moistly working lips bringing each other wave after delicious wave of
profane, salacious pleasure.
Sarah tried to lose her thoughts, her anguished emotions, in the task at
hand, and energetically sucked and kissed and licked just as Gloria was doing
to her own pussy. Soon the two women were ground together as one, a sobbing,
moaning tangle of naked female flesh, forced into this despicable act by the
brutality of these men, but... finding a depth of feeling, a pinnacle of
passion they'd never known before; neither was fighting it now, and it looked
almost as if the moaning young girl had taken the initiative. She was lost in
the wickedness, the prohibited pleasure, and all thought of her captors were
gone from her mind. Suddenly, Gloria let loose a startling, silence-shattering
cry straight from her anguished loins, "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH! I'm cumming, don't
stop, please! I'm cumming!" and her nakedly voluptuous body heaved and
thrashed wildly beneath Sarah's weight. Gloria's nail gripped the smooth curves
of the younger blonde's hips and held her loins tight against her wetly
nibbling lips. She sucked hard and fast, chewing like a starved beast on the
fleshy red lips and the erectly quivering bud of her clitoris... she could feel
the girl was teetering on the brink of cumming, she knew a few more seconds
would push her over, she sucked and kissed and licked the hotly pulsating pussy
until...
"Aaaaggh? Ah... ah... aaaahhh... I'm cumming." Sarah was shrieking as
the hurricane of passion demented her young body and mind.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhh! Yes! Yes!" Gloria cried out as she completed the
enjoyable task of bringing the blonde to total, blissful fulfillment. Their
nakedly quivering bodies were as one, they locked and fused together along the
length of their smooth, unbroken curves, drawn to this absolute subjugation,
this act of debasement before two hungrily watching men, their lushly ripened
bodies wriggling and squirming together in the abandoned, passionate
desperation of mutual raging girl-lust. Finally, their orgasms spent and
emptied, they fell, Sarah collapsing across the length of Gloria's nakedness.
She wanted to cry from the awful shame of it, but she couldn't, the tears
weren't any longer... crying would no longer offer her sanctuary.
* * *
Henry and Al sat down on a couple of chairs, spent and exhausted from
what they'd just lived through. This was better than they'd expected, and they
knew it was going to be better before the night was over. Henry had his eyes
already on the young blonde one, that little blow job was just an appetizer and
an hors d'oeuvre. He was going to put his thick aching rod in that gorgeous
creature's pussy, going to feel the blood-throbbing knob of his cock far up in
her tight little cunt, going to skewer her like a barbecue bird and fuck her
until she begged for more. He'd have her pleading for another few seconds on
the end of his prick, she'd be at his feet begging... he'd show her, girls like
them had taunted him all his life, always just out of reach with their
tight-fitting sweaters and their perfumed hair; always there, but never for
him... but not this time, this time was going to be different. This one was
his, and she never would leave this room until he'd had his fill of her
taunting, prissy ass! Innocent? Hell! He'd show her!
Sarah felt someone's cold fingers touch the underside of her thigh as she
lay heaving, struggling to regain her breath. She jerked away but the cool
prodding was insistent; only when she heard Henry's rasping laugh did she turn
her head to see whose hand had touched her still-quivering flesh. What she saw
had her sitting up and retreating to the far edge of the bed, huddled with her
arms around her knees, unconcerned that the whole naked expanse of her
moistened cuntal crevice was open to their eyes. It was the wolf, Lobo, and
Sarah was petrified at the very sight of the huge, snarling animal. Gloria was
sitting, head down and breasts rising and falling rapidly from her short, hard
breathing on the edge of the bed opposite the wolf, but the ferocious animal
seemed to ignore her; he seemed interested only in Sarah, and he padded forward
on four enormous paws until his cold nose again touched the smooth, unblemished
curve of her buttocks as she crouched in abject terror. "Get him away," she
tried to whisper loudly so as not to rile him, "Please make him go away, I'm
frightened!"
She looked into Henry's eyes; a fierceness burned there, born out of his
intense passion for the young girl. He frightened her horribly -- one look
into those cruel gray eyes of his could convince anyone that this man was
capable of anything. Sarah knew her life was in danger if she crossed him even
once. Suddenly he smiled... but it wasn't a smile of warmth or affection; far
from it, it was the outward signal that another act was to begin. An act that
was the absolute peak of humiliation, something that would leave its mark like
a scorched brand on this young bitch's brain. Yes, sir, she'll never forget
this night, never!
"Looks like Lobo's got his eye on you, cunt," he sneered, "Maybe you'd
better make him happy before you take me and Al on. Ain't that right, Al? We
wouldn't want to take our turn before good ol' Lobo gets his, now would we?" Al
was a little slow, but a wet, toothy grin spread across his cheeks when he
remembered what his boss had planned. Christ, he could hardly wait!
"I... I don't know what you mean," whispered Sarah meekly, a faint
germ-like notion of what these men were planning starting to grow in the back
of her mind; it was too horrid, too fantastic to believe, even from these two
savages. "What are you talking about? Haven't you done enough? Let me alone,
please! You can't just do things like this, it's... it's awful and you know
it!" But she was alone with these men and that animal and Gloria... and she was
nothing more than a slave to them all until they had seated their lustful
thirsts, until they'd drunk their fill of her ripe young nakedness. Sarah felt
her stomach sink, the darkest, slimiest hell-hole on the Eastern Mediterranean
couldn't have offered a more despicable prison for her. If she were stripped
naked and paraded before a smoky roomful of Turkish sailors, she wouldn't have
felt cheaper, filthier, or more shamed than at this moment. She thought of
Jamie, thought of the life she'd abandoned and of having to return and tell him
of this, and she sickened at the very prospect. How could she ever again be a
wife to any man... how could she ever again share anyone's bed after this
night! How could she even hope to live with this degradation etched in her
memory!
"I want to see you take good care of Lobo there, bitch!" barked her
master, pointing in the animal's direction, "He's a better man than anything
you've had so far, so you shouldn't mind a bit." He laughed and his hired man
followed his example; Al seemed still a little unsure of just what would happen
next, but like a curious dog standing on its haunches, he was interested enough
not to miss a second. Sarah was kneeling on her shins, her arms across her
nakedly rising and falling breasts. Henry stepped forward and urged her toward
the wolf. She knew without a doubt that she could not refuse his slightest
wish; she looked to Gloria, but the cold impersonal eyes of the older woman
told her she could offer no relief, no consolation. There was nothing to do
but obey.
"You didn't have any trouble eating pussy... let's see how you do with
some better meat. Watching you broads go down on each other musta' made Lobo a
bit horny... let's see you do somethin' about it... now!"
Sarah looked at the huge beast, lying on his back now just in front of
her, his long red tongue hanging wetly from between his sharp, menacing teeth.
There was little hair on his underside, and when she reached out cautiously to
touch his belly with his fingertips, the long, tapered shaft of his pink
animal-prick slid wetly from its furry tube-like sheath. "No... no! I can't
do it! I just can't! You can't mean it, please say you're only joking! Please
say you're just kidding me, please!" But Henry wasn't laughing; he was less
than a foot from her, and the mask of savagery on his face told her this was no
joke.
"Just give him a good blow job and nothing'll happen to you!"
Sarah stared at the lewdly glistening pink taper, now several inches
beyond the fur-covered sheath of flesh that covered it. At the base of his
long animal penis, his huge dark testicles lay against his belly like two
bristly golf balls. She saw it all, but her mind refused to record it, it
seemed impossible that Hawkins could demand this awful, despicable act of
her... but his intentions were real enough indeed. And Henry was growing
impatient. "Make up your fuckin' mind, cunt! It's your choice... suck my
wolf, or I'll take his leash and let him really go at you. Make up your mind!"
Trembling with fear and revulsion, Sarah slowly reached to the wolf's
heaving belly and took the moist red length of his long warm penis gingerly
between her fingers. The huge animal squirmed eagerly at her soft touch.
Henry stepped in for a closer look, "Keep your head turned this way when
you do it. I wanna' see that cock o' his going into those pretty painted-up
lips. I want a good view of those animal-cock-sucking lips, baby, a real good
view... now suck it!" He knew he had to degrade her if this was to work, and
he did it with pleasure.
She knew there was no chance, but she tried futilely to close her
thoughts to what she was doing, to focus her mind on something else, on some
place far away from this horrible unreal dream, anything to keep down the
spasms of reeling nausea that were tearing her stomach apart. With every
muscle in her shuddering young body fighting her, she placed her face on the
animal's warm underside, her fingers around the lengthening shaft of his
tapered red penis. Slowly, as Henry and Al excitedly egged her on, she stroked
the fur-covered spear, while the two men and Gloria watched in lewd hunger. It
snaked from its protective sheath... it was almost fully out now... its
pointed, pinkly gleaming -- almost translucent -- tip had oozed from its tight
sheath, slowly moving forward until it was less than an inch from her lips. The
terrified young blonde was heaving with deep gasping breaths as she fought down
the choking ball of nausea in her throat.
"What're you stalling for? Suck the damn thing! Suck it!"
She did as she was told... pushing away every confused thought from her
mind, she opened her wetly glistening lips slightly and let the tapered tip
slide into her soft warm mouth. She felt the hot spongy shaft snake far back
over her tongue, its smooth hardness gliding easily over her moistened lips.
The taste surprised her... it was almost sweet, sort of tangy, with the
fragrance of sweaty flesh after a bout of lovemaking. The big animal responded
immediately, his back legs curled against his belly as he eagerly hunched
forward and sank his warmly pulsing cock into the warm depths of her throat.
She brought her tongue into play as Henry lowered his head to follow her
actions; sickened beyond belief, she twirled the wolf's tapered pink penis
around in her mouth as it began to throb and wriggle from its furry base. Henry
was ecstatic, but he wanted more, he needed just a little more to complete the
lurid tableau, "Rub his balls with your fingers... I'll bet he'd like that."
Sarah didn't protest this time, but moved her hand to his furry testicles
and caressed them lightly with the nails of her fingers, brushing them over the
two sperm-filled mounds as a long, low animal whine came from Lobo's throat.
Somehow it was becoming less repulsive than at first; she wondered if the drug
she'd had earlier was still numbing her a little to what she was doing. The
young blonde saw Henry disappear from her limited line of vision, but he wasn't
far. She could still hear his grunting encouragements behind her as he stood
somewhere in the room while she knelt on the bed and sucked this savage
animal's cock into her throat, drawing between her tightly ovalled lips.
Her mind was so attuned to the degrading act she was performing that she
forgot about the rest of her nakedly kneeling body; her ass was high in the
air, her still-moist pussy lips open and unguarded from behind as her ripe
young buttocks wiggled and squirmed an unintentional invitation to Henry. She
couldn't see him as he quickly and quietly unzipped his trousers and placed his
jacket on the bed near her widespread ankles. He climbed onto the
platform-like bed, his massively throbbing cock jutting out from the opening in
his pants and fully erect. He pulled back his uncircumcised, loose yielding
foreskin back as if to let the purplish knob see what a treat it had coming. As
though it had a mind of its own, his long thick penis leaped forward and snaked
between the softly rounded globes of her naked buttocks.
Sarah recoiled in horror at the realization of what he was about to do,
but she knew that he wasn't alone behind her... he had friends with him. His
impatiently heated cock pressed forward again as he crawled up tight against
her trembling White buttocks, and he dragged it slowly and tauntingly along the
moistly warm furrow of her pussy, spreading the quivering pink cuntal lips with
the throbbing head of his organ as her own juices unexpectedly wetted the shaft
of his sex. He pulled it back through her moistened, hair-lined slit once
more, then touched the swollen, lust-inflated head to the tightly-puckered
opening to her vagina, his cruel hands digging into the curve of her naked
hips. "Put it in you, bitch... put it in real nice-like!"
Completely obedient to her master's command, Sarah's hand reached behind
the ripely curving cheeks of her buttocks and gripped the heated knob of
Henry's hardened penis, then, with a quick motion, she slipped it between the
tautly elastic flanges of her hotly quivering pussy. His long hard shaft raced
easily into her wet sheath, worming far up between the wantonly dancing globes
of her young ass, and with a final thrust, sank his lust-hardened thickness
deep inside her belly.
Sarah wanted desperately to cry out from the sudden added invasion, but
she didn't... there was a wild hungering desire fanning in her ravaged loins
once more; the lascivious sensation of this long animal penis sliding between
her tightly pursed lips was doing strange and exciting things to her, things
she couldn't understand, things that didn't seem right, but nevertheless were
happening to her. She hated herself for the licking flames of passion that
lapped at her cock-hungry vagina, she despised her very soul for allowing
herself to become the servant of her own lustful desires. The yellow-eyed
wolf's cock was starting to taste sweeter to her, and she swirled it around in
her mouth with the rough surface of her tongue, bringing mewls of
animal-pleasure to the huge, quivering beast. This night had already seemed an
eternity long, but she didn't care just now; nothing was of importance except
this salacious moment of pure, undiluted savage lust and desire. Suddenly she
wanted this animal's hotly throbbing penis... she wanted his long, tapered cock
fucking her in her wildly salivating mouth... she wanted his animal-prick
thrusting wildly into her throat, she wanted to feel, to taste his seething
sperm in her mouth... she couldn't help herself, the sheer wicked wantonness of
this moment was driving her insane! She wanted his animal cum, she wanted it!
She sucked and licked the long pink shaft ravenously, and Henry stepped
up the pace of his plundering ravishment of her defenseless young pussy from
behind. She shivered at every deep, thrusting instroke of his heatedly
pulsating shaft that poked and prodded far up inside her. She could feel the
lust-crazed man's long hardness ramming deep in her belly, and she sucked the
animal's cock even more hungrily, slurping, tonguing, gulping the tapered shaft
as the huge beast writhed in a feral ecstasy. Al and Gloria watched in silent
amazement. Already Gloria was beginning to hate this beautiful young girl, to
feel those first pangs of envious jealousy.
Henry was panting and grunting with maddened excitement at the feel of
her tight little pussy contracting wetly around his thickness while he watched
eagerly as the wolf's long scarlet taper slid wet and gleaming between Sarah's
hungrily ovalled lips. The animal's furry haunches quivered spasmodically with
sheer delight as she massaged the dark balls at the base of his moistly
glistening shaft with her fingers. Goddamn it, he was sure he couldn't hold
back a second longer... it was just too much, this lascivious savagery of
watching this naked young blonde, hardly more than a teenager, sucking like the
lowest whore on this animal-prick. Christ, she was obviously enjoying it,
eating and sucking away like a kid working on a candy bar. He could scarcely
believe his eyes; it was more than he'd hoped for! He'd never have hesitated
to do this if he'd known it was going to be like this. He rammed his loins
forward until his long aching cock was hidden in the wet pinkness of her
unprotected, wide-open little pussy. His hotly gleaming eyes were locked on
the salacious sight of his seven-inch penis disappearing with a slow, slurping
sound between the ravaged, wetly distended lips of her tight young pussy,
disappearing inch by wet inch in the moist, tightly-clasping furrow until his
sperm-bloated balls slung forward and slapped between her smooth,
sweat-streaked thighs. He was delirious with wanton pleasure as he pulled his
hairy pelvis back and withdrew, watching eagerly as the soft, frail pink
flanges of her pussy were pulled out along with the swollen, throbbing head of
his burning organ; then, he rocked forward again and eased his burning hunger
in the warm, soothing depths of her cunt. His breathing was heavy and fast,
and he knew it wouldn't be long before he'd have reached the ultimate
humiliation on this young bitch... it would only be seconds before she was
carrying his sperm-laden load, before she'd be filled with his churning white
cum. He closed his eyes and pumped hard and deep into her tortured young belly
and waited... just a little more, just a little more and she's your's, Henry,
all your's.
Sarah couldn't control herself, she was wild with a wracking, alien
passion she'd never felt before. It didn't matter that others were watching as
she debased herself beyond belief, sucking and licking ravenously on the male
animal's throbbing organ. It didn't matter that she'd never be able to live
down this moment, it didn't matter... nothing mattered save the insanely
burning desire ravishing her twisted, flaming belly. Where she should have
felt shame and horror and revulsion, there was only lust and an uncontrollable
desire for more... she wanted more! She ground back hard against Henry's
powerful thrusts, feeling her own pussy-walls milking hungrily at his long
shaft, sucking hard to pull every inch of his throbbing thickness far up inside
her, to pull his scalding-hot load from his testicles and into her belly to
quench the scorching flames that raged -there. She was nearly there! Oh, God,
just a little more, just a little more!
Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked faster and faster on the wolf's
long scarlet spear and chewed tenderly on the pungent male animal organ,
swirling her tongue around its pointed tip. Lobo's strong, sinewy body began to
shake and quiver uncontrollably, and suddenly, without any warning, he growled
a low moaning howl of pleasure and emptied his hotly jetting animal sperm into
her eagerly sucking throat. Her mouth was filled with the great release of
thick viscous liquid that gagged her as it oozed down the back of her throat in
a torrent of warmth. Ravenously, without shame, she sucked and sucked and
swallowed until...
"Here's some more for you, Sarah baby... now! Now!" Henry slammed his
pelvis against her upturned ass cheeks and ceased to hold back the flood of
white sperm that spurted into her belly from behind. She was out of her mind
with insane masochistic wantonness! She could barely manage the sounds as she
swallowed the last of the great animal's squirting load and tried to scream.
"Aaaaaawwwwwww... yes, yes, yes,... YES! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" A
kaleidoscope of a million flashing pin-points of color exploded in front of her
eyes; she threw her head back as Lobo, his animal lust sated, rolled from under
her. She'd never known such fulfillment possible... she was standing on the
highest, soaring pinnacle of bliss... her whole naked young body shivered and
answered her wild, uncontrollable desire.
The room reeled around her, and Gloria naked body whirled past... the
light overhead flared into a searing-hot torch of brightness... she was gone!
Delicious chills of wicked pleasure rippled like a million volts of electricity
through her nakedly writhing body; her pussy-lips milked every precious drop of
this man's manhood into her belly, and she could feel -- even above her vaginal
spasms of release -- his hotly jerking cock emptying itself. She felt his last
gasping thrust, felt his thickened hardness gradually grow limp and lifeless as
the colors gradually faded and the room slowed to a dead-stop. Her still-tight
pussy-tunnel was reluctant to release its love-captive, but he pulled his
rapidly deflating penis from her wet grip with a loud sucking noise that seemed
to fill the room.
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Animal Girl
Chapter 9
Sarah opened her eyes into another world... she was beyond all hope now
for certain. Depraved, utterly wallowing in the deepest, darkest depths of
human filth and vileness, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself.
Her mind refused to believe what her senses had told her... she couldn't have
done that! With an animal, and with these people watching her like she was no
better than an animal herself! She had actually done it, gone at it like a
bitch in heat, taking on the neighborhood stud in the middle of some park,
oblivious to people around, to curious eyes. I can't believe it, I just can't!
She managed a quick glance at the other man, Al, standing nearly over her
now and stark naked like herself and Gloria. His huge erect prick was fully
hardened and stiff, clutched between his fingers like a favorite toy. He was
wide-eyed from what he had just seen, and like Sarah, he almost didn't believe
it himself. Goddamn... Gloria may be one hell of a fuck, but I've got to have
me some of this stuff! She's unbelievable, just unbelievable!
He moved toward her as she eyed him dazedly, not really knowing what he
intended until it was too late. She lay there in near paralysis as he knelt in
front of her, Gloria and Hawkins both watching excitedly as the third act of
their little sex spectacular got into high gear. Al's eyes mirrored the
lustful urge he had no intention of suppressing. His teeth gleamed through the
wicked-mocking grin. Grabbing both ankles, he spun her onto her back, shoving
her legs back tight against her shoulders, smashing her tender young breasts
beneath her upturned thighs. Her ravaged cunt, still moist and sensitive, was
opened to him like a dinner plate before a starving man.
"No, no, please! Haven't you all done enough to me? I can't stand any
more! Oh God, I can't!" But even as she spoke, she knew the fires the evil
drug had spawned in her belly were still burning strongly. She held up one arm
in protest, but there was no stopping the hulking man now. Without any
hesitation, he probed savagely at her defenseless upturned vaginal slit with
the blunt head of his lust-engorged penis. He found the pink puckered flanges
of her pussy and slipped his impatiently pulsating cock in a couple of inches.
But suddenly, grinning lewdly... he pulled the swollen bulbous head from her
already sperm moistened tunnel and lowered his aim, shoving her legs back hard
so that now she was nearly standing on her head, doubled in half from the
pressure of his arm against the back of her firm, trembling thighs.
A cold, frightening chill suddenly raced along her spine, for the
pressure of his hardened penis was pressing against her tightly puckered anus.
The horrible truth about what the huge man was about to do was relayed to
Sarah's numbed brain. It shattered into her head like a rifle shot.
"Oh my God, no! NO! NO! PLEASE!" Her eyes were wide and white with
fear, "Henry! Somebody! Don't let him do it! Don't... AAAAGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
She tried to pull away, but it was too late. Like a pile-driver, the
sex-crazed man sank his massively hardened cock into the helpless young girl's
anus, splitting apart the tight muscular bands and ramming deep up in her
frantically cringing rectum. She screamed loudly again and again. It felt as
if she was being split in half as he drove mercilessly into the agonized depths
of her smooth rubbery tunnel. She could feel his mammoth hardness burrowing
far up into her intestines, spreading the delicate walls of her virginal little
rectum wide apart as he plowed into her.
Through tear-flooded eyes she saw the outline of another woman, naked as
herself, and felt the woman shoving a lumpy pillow beneath her defenselessly
upturned ass, forcing her anal crevice even higher toward the man's humping,
sweat-matted pelvis.
Al looked down at her with a sneering leer on his lips, beads of
perspiration rolling down his swarthy cheeks. Her beautiful young face twisted
horribly with each painful job Al made into her tightly clasping depths, her
teeth clenched as her pain-contorted lips parted in a half-cry of soul-rending
anguish. She tried to lift her arms, to fight back, anything to force this
devastating assault on her anus to stop. But it was hopeless. Her feeble
blows only glanced off the man's thick neck, making him laugh in sadistic
pleasure. She was impaled helplessly beneath him; and he wasn't about to pull
his hotly throbbing shaft out of her tight little rectum... not when he was
savoring every exciting second of his ravishment of this naked young beauty.
Sarah tried to tighten her sphincter muscles, hoping and praying that she
could force the painful intruder from her forbidden orifice but her on-and-off
clenching only seemed to add fuel to the raging savage lust the naked man was
feeling. As the hot muscular walls of her anal passage squeezed against the
impaling length of his lustfully-pulsating cock, he slammed into her with
renewed excitement, burying himself deeper and deeper in the wretched young
blonde's anus. The taut bands of muscle around the normally tiny opening were
stretched almost beyond endurance to accommodate the log-like pole of his cock,
clasping like over-stretched elastic the hard thick shaft of his manhood,
tightly massaging every long hard inch of its throbbing length.
Her nostrils unconsciously flared at the salacious scent of their
sweating bodies grinding together in the hot stuffy room, the sweat of her own
nakedly ravished body running freely with the musky wetness of this man. A
whiff of pungent sharpness caught her attention -- the smell of her own vaginal
secretions was mingling with the tangy, acid scent of the man's wildly
pistoning cock. This incredibly lurid scene... the overpowering numbness from
the drugs... the indescribable salaciousness of being raped and sodomized like
this, being used and manhandled by a stranger, right before the eyes of two
others: these things all coupled together, slowly brought on a change deep in
her ripe young body. Almost indiscernible at first, it was nearly impossible to
feel anything except the constant intense pain. But something was happening to
her, something was changing...
"She's starting to dig it now, Al boy! Let her have it good! Really
throw it to her!" screamed Gloria, nakedly up on the bed on her knees now, her
eyes glistening hypnotically just a foot from the painfully stretched nether
ring of Sarah's ravaged anal hole, her eyes wide and glazed as she watched this
fantastic performance right in front of her face.
Sarah felt an involuntary movement beginning that was not of her own
doing; her hips began to arch upward toward the man. The bruised, battered
walls of her rectal passage began to contract involuntarily as the sheer
perverted wickedness of what she was doing began to rattle through her drugged
mind. Her naked torso was coming back to life, rolling and squirming wantonly
from side to side, starting a slow deliberate rhythm as she slowly ground back
up against his loins.
Slowly, undetectably at first, the pain of this brutal, vicious attack
was gradually subsiding. And in its place... familiar waves of a wild
hungering pleasure began to fan out from her battered rectum, rippling upward
throughout her belly, coming to rest in the bulging peaks of her straining
young breasts, smashed beneath her upturned legs. Her toes curled tightly
against the bottoms of her feet, opening and closing in perfect harmony with
his long, slow thrusts that went so far up into her belly that they seemed to
be coming out her mouth. His thickly erect cock slipped easily in and out of
her tight, constrictive tunnel now, lubricated with the oozing vaginal flow and
the semen impatiently dribbling from the enormous, throbbing head of his savage
rod of steel-hard flesh.
"Oooooohhh... Aaaawwwww! Oh God! OH GOD!" Her hands were on his
mammoth shoulders, her nails raking his tough flesh and leaving long wakes of
red as she dug in viciously through his skin.
A whirling melange of thought-pictures raced across the screen of her
mind, jumbled and confusing images of familiar faces in slow-motion, like a
movie running on the wrong speed, slowed by the stupifying powers of the drugs
she had consumed. She thought of her far-away husband, Jamie... and of what it
would be like to be with him now, away from this frightening nightmare. Oh,
how much she wanted him to come and save her from this horrible degradation. It
was a stupid thought and she instantly regretted it.
But other thoughts, other feelings, other sensations were bouncing around
in her head too. She recalled the many long empty nights with Jamie, those
endless, agonizing nights when only a few moments of unbridled passion would
have fulfilled the gnawing pain in her loins. Those nights, those countless
nights, when she'd cried herself to sleep, clutching her belly to keep from
screaming in anguish. Holding her stomach to quench the insistent pain in her
loins, the recurring, all-consuming pain that Jamie could have eliminated so
easily... but didn't because he was too drunk or too tired.
Suddenly, something snapped deep inside her. The pain was gone,
completely kicked aside by the growing, savage animal passion that had
stealthily slipped from her loins and taken control of her naked body.
"Oh God... it's so good! It's so good! Oh shit, fuck me! Fuck my ass so
hard! Oh! Oh... Oh God, I'M CUMMING!"
A long deep moan growled from her lips, her nakedly writhing body arched
hard up against his pelvis as his long thick cock rammed deep inside her. She
screamed again, wordless, gasping cries as a torrent of her own orgasming
juices flooded from her wildly twitching vagina and drained down the narrow
furrows of her buttocks, streaming in a white warm wave over the huge
lust-bloated shaft embedded deep in her rectum.
Spurred on by the sight of her orgasm, Al pumped into her anew, spreading
the cheeks of her naked, unprotected buttocks with his fingers to allow his
thick massiveness even deeper entry to her frantically puckering orifice. He
pulled the immense shaft all the way out, leaving just the distended, pulsing
tip to keep the tiny hole open, then rammed straight down, sinking deeper and
deeper until his curly-haired pelvis smashed against her naked upturned ass. He
could feel the young girl struggling to open her legs wider, to suck his huge
invading cudgel deeper up into her forbidden orifice in an effort to swallow
him up in the immense raging inferno of her belly.
Sarah was now aware of nothing around her; the room could have been
filled with all her friends, all her relatives, and it wouldn't have mattered
now! Suddenly she was lost in the animal raptures of pure, undiluted savage
passion. She was as nakedly unashamed of her unbridled lust as Hawkins' wolf
had been of his, nothing more than an animal answering the basest of her baser
needs. Every muscle, every nerve in her trembling body was attuned to his
rhythmic, plundering thrusts that seemed deeper and deeper with every powerful,
punishing lunge. She had become just an extension of his naked manly loins,
just another instrument of the burning savage lust just now about to explode
from his sperm-swollen balls. He reached between the fleshy cheeks of her
buttocks and the cushioning pillow, lifting her even higher, tilting her up
painfully so that his rapidly ramming thrusts were straight down into the
heatedly clenching depths of her rectum.
Sarah was insane with salacious desires! She had not one speck of
control over her body... it was responding on its own, humping and writhing as
the wildly fucking man bored mercilessly down into the tight hairless tunnel of
her rectum.
And then his long hard cock jerked once and began to spurt... the heated,
lava-like flow of cum shooting like liquid flames deep up into her bowels,
blasting up into her belly, ripping through her wantonly squirming body in
never-ending spurts. Over and over again the white flow erupted from the
throbbing, blood-swollen head of the huge shaft, filling the cavernous hollow
of her insides and draining over the tightly sucking muscular ring of her anus.
The silver river of cum streamed in a warm flood down both sides of her
creviced bottom, trickling in twin streams down her upturned back. For the
moment, at least, the flesh of her inflamed passages, had been soothed with an
oozing warm balm.
When every precious drop of cum had been milked from his thick pumping
penis, when every hot spurt had been sucked deep up into her belly, Al gave one
gasping lunge and pulled his now soft, pliable cock from her still tightly
clenching anal grip. He groaned, then collapsed exhausted beside her on the
floor.
Sarah knew this would have to always be the lowest moment of her life. No
matter what came after this, she could never sink so wantonly low again. She
knew that tears should be flooding her cheeks from the vile and degrading
subjugation and humiliation she had just been forced to endure. But it wasn't
that way at all ..
She felt nothing except the warm glowing fullness of her sperm-sloshing
belly, the tingle of satisfaction, at least for now, and she couldn't pretend
otherwise -- she liked it. God help her, she liked it!
From the corner of her eye, she saw Henry and Gloria, both excited anew
from this fresh spectacle of sadism and wickedly titillating passion. Gloria
kneeled at his feet and took the whole of his long thick cock, still marked and
glistening wetly with the stains of his violent assault on the young naked
blonde. His eyes closed and a low, quiet moan came from his lips as she began
to suck... and no matter how hard she tried to deny it, to fight it... Sarah
could only feel a bit of envy for the kneeling woman with that big beautiful
cock rammed deliciously down her throat!
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Animal Girl
Chapter 10
Sarah slept through nearly all of the next day, or the same day really,
as it was getting close to dawn when Hawkins and his friends, including the
four-legged one, left the camper. They had finally been satisfied and had
resumed to the silver-colored trailer for a few hours sleep before pulling up
stakes and hitting the road for Line Creek, their first scheduled performance.
When Sarah awoke, though she had nearly managed to pull herself out of
her drugged hangover a few times while they were moving along the gravel
highway north, they were already in the tiny mining community of Line Creek.
She opened the door of the camper and stood there for a long few minutes, just
watching numbly as the workers hustled around, aided by a few temporary helpers
Hawkins' advance truck had hustled together from the locals. The workers were
opening up the sides of the trucks, dropping the panels that covered the wheels
and gave the show a really polished look of professionalism that amazed her
after last night. This looked like an honest-to-God animal show, just like
she'd believed so sincerely before things changed so drastically here in this
camper just so many hours ago... Christ, was that all some kind of dream? Is
Hawkins' show on the level, or wasn't that real last night?
But Sarah had little time to grasp for such wispy fragments of hope, for
she quickly was spotted by Henry Hawkins. Dropping his work, he came to her
side hurriedly, his face at first blank and expressionless, then smeared with
that same wicked grin she remembered now so clearly from last night.
"Feelin' all right?" he asked when he was close enough to talk without
being heard by the others.
"Yes," she answered simply, nodding her head.
"There's a little somethin' for you in the camper refrigerator, already
mixed with coke."
Sarah's eyes widened with fear, "No, I won't! You can't make me do that
again! I won't take it!"
His face tightened into a scowl, and he spoke with deliberate slowness,
choosing his words carefully. "You'll take it all right. You only have to
remember last night -- all of it -- and you'll take it. You'll do it, Sarah,
'cause you're that kind of woman. I knew it when I first laid eyes on you. Now
think! Think very carefully about last night... and then you do as you're told.
You've got some work to do tonight, work that'll make you a lot of money. More
than you've ever seen, probably. So remember, Sarah... and do as I tell you."
And with that he walked away, leaving her as confused and as frightened as when
she first woke up alone there in the camper. It was like a hellish
nightmare... here she was practically surrounded by people, most of them
probably decent people, people who would help her out of this Dante's inferno
of wantonness if she only asked... but it was as if she had been paralyzed
somehow, crippled and unable to move, except to move back into the camper, to
the refrigerator...
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Animal Girl
Chapter 11
Like before, Sarah didn't hear anyone enter. Only this time, it wasn't
Henry Hawkins at all, but his hired boy, young Sammy. Sammy wasn't a day over
sixteen, but Sarah could not have failed to notice the way he'd looked at her
whenever they were together in the truck cab. She could almost feel the
intensity of his eagerness, his brash adolescent desire for her, but she had
merely shrugged it off. But that was before... and nothing was the same now.
She could only assume that she must have fallen unconscious this time,
for she was flat on her back when he entered unannounced, he said with a
message from Hawkins, but his eyes told her something else... and now, as last
night, Sarah Olsen could not deny the wanton things her young pertly developed
body craved. But more than that now, she didn't want to deny them... it wasn't
just her body, but her soul that cried out now... and there could be no
stopping, not now, not ever.
* * *
Sarah was lying on her back on the floor, cushioned from the hardwood by
a thick, shag rug that tickled her naked flesh as she moved against it. Sammy
was somewhere at her feet, only a hazy smear through her drug-blurred eyes, but
kneeling between her opened legs. She watched and waited, half realizing what
was happening, half wanting to stop it... but unable to control this inferno of
passion the strong drugs had worked up inside her.
She tried to think rationally, to clear her head. But it was impossible
-- the harder she concentrated, the brighter the whirling colored flashes
became. She felt a pair of strong young hands grab her soft pliant thighs just
above her knees and push her legs back and up, until they doubled back against
her chest, smashing her sensitive nipples beneath them.
Sammy dropped his head to her wetly throbbing pussy, first spreading the
soft fluffy down of her sparse young pubic hair with his index fingers, and
then flicking his tongue lizard like into the moist warmth, wiggling the tip
deep between the excitedly pulsating cuntal folds. Sarah jerked her naked
young buttocks down into the rug as an electrifying lightning bolt charged
along her spine and raced through her body like a crackling wire had been
touched to her loins. Her thighs were held firmly, preventing her from closing
her legs and leaving her pink, voraciously hungry cunt unprotected and
vulnerable to his touch, his to caress and to use. She managed to focus on his
form and saw him wide-eyed and hungry, a teenage sex maniac crouching between
her thighs as she gazed smoky-eyed down over the plane of her tautly rounded
belly. She was helpless, powerless to stop this perverted ravishment of her
femininity.
Sammy was smiling, delighted at the prospect of eating this blonde girl's
succulent pussy; he had always wanted to do something like this, and with a
girl older than he, it was perfect! He hungrily licked his lips in
anticipation.
His eyes met her's and they locked there for an eternity, fathoming the
deep, churning confusion and fear inside her mind; she was petrified with
fright and the rising misgivings at what she was doing... but there was another
feeling she couldn't deny even to herself. That now-familiar burning in the
pit of her belly, that hot glow that was throbbing in her loins, that tingling
hunger that was quivering in her widespread pussy. Sammy's lips parted the
moist, pink vaginal flanges to expose the hardened bud of her little clitoris,
an erect pink nipple that seemed to cry out for his touch. He eyed the little
tip first, then, without warning, quickly buried his lips in the damply heated
furrow, his long tongue worming its way deep in between her warmly clasping
pussy walls.
Sarah jerked away again, punctuated this time with a
straight-from-the-gut cry of animal desire as she fought to control the
anguished pangs of drug-induced passion deep inside her.
"Don't... please don't," she managed, her voice not much above a whisper.
She knew her plea was hollow, meaningless, merely an echo of what she thought
was morally right, not what her body wanted and needed. Her eyes watched in
eagerness as his young head bobbed up and down between her wide-spread thighs,
his tongue hungrily probing her nakedly exposed vaginal tunnel and licking the
sides hotly. He teased the quivering tip into every warm, wet crevice, into
every little fleshy ridge of her pussy.
Sarah sensed it happening before she could really feel it... that certain
sixth-sense warning that was triggered just before something explosive went off
in her body. It was there all right... not fear, but hunger; a consuming,
devouring voraciousness that seemed to emanate upward from her ravished loins.
Her wildly trembling thighs felt as if someone were tickling her with a huge
feather, her naked young body was aflame with torturing lust, every square inch
quivering from a billion needle pricks of forbidden desire. She couldn't stay
motionless; her legs and arms moved with minds of their own, and her pelvis
ground wantonly up against the youngster's face as she threw her pussy-lips
hungrily against his beautifully licking tongue.
She tried to hold it back at first, tried until her voluptuously
straining body ached from the valiant effort. She tried to keep the raging
lust from engulfing her. But it was useless... her hot, wildly excited pussy
ached for a man's long hard cock, and there would be nothing else in her world
until that need was answered.
"MMMMMMmmmmm... it's... it's nice, so nice..."
Her body surrendered back to the warm, glowing sensation, her voice now
only a purring mewl as she squirmed harder against Sammy's wetly nibbling lips,
pushing her cock-starved cunt up to meet his long probing tongue. She moaned
loudly as he rolled the sensitive bud of her clitoris around with his tongue,
swirling around the pink, throbbing knob until she begged him to stop. Wave
after wave of insufferable desire coursed over her tautly rippling belly and
her firm young breast jutted proudly, her nipples achingly hard and pulsing.
Slowly at first, then with breath-taking speed, these assaulting, tides of
animal desire smashed away her fears, her humiliation at losing her dignity
like this, giving herself so vulgarly to this mere teenager. All she could
feel, all she could think of, was his touch, his wet quivering tongue against
her clitoris, his lips hungrily kissing and nibbling at the wet warm folds of
sensitive flesh up between her wide-spread thighs.
As he continued to suck voraciously on the sensitive little bud of her
clitoris, Sarah arched high off the floor, only her shoulders resting on the
rug, her wet, hair-lined cuntal slit grinding frantically against his face. Her
entire naked body jerked spasmodically as his hot tongue probed deep in the
clasping sheath of her vagina; the soft pulsing cuntal walls tried desperately
to squeeze his tongue tight enough to contain it, to keep the slender, wetly
probing tip buried in her hungry chasm.
Sarah was a seething fireball of desire now. Her eagerly rippling vagina
seemed to grow, seemed big enough to swallow his whole head, to suck him
ravenously into her belly and quench the lewd, insatiable lust that his touch
was fanning inside her. She grabbed at the side of his face, clutching at his
long hair, and pulled him tightly against her hot, hungrily writhing crotch,
burying his face in the moist pungent furrow of her pussy, pushing his tongue
even deeper in her voracious channel.
But the need was too great; there was only one way to quench the
blood-swirling passion raging in her loins.
"Please... fuck me! Fuck me, please!" she begged, her eyes wide with an
animal fury. "Fuck me... Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Sammy stopped his teasing play, pulled his tongue from her wetly clasping
vagina. "Sure, baby... I think you're about ready for me!" he said in
adolescent toughness.
She thought of someone seeing her like this, but it didn't matter.
Nothing mattered but that long hard pole of flesh she glimpsed as Sammy pulled
his head from between her legs and kneeled just inches away from her upturned,
frantically grinding loins.
But the young boy was taking his time, savoring every golden second of
this, enjoying the thrill and excitement of making this beautiful blonde squirm
with anticipation... he wanted her just right, begging for his cock, pleading
with him to answer the overpowering need in her belly. Just another few
seconds, he thought, just another few seconds and she'll be perfect!
He pushed her legs harder against her softly flattened breasts and
positioned himself. Hesitating a second he yanked a cushion from the bed and
slid it under the smooth rounded globes of her ass, lifting her easily with one
hand. Yes, that's perfect... just the right angle. I'll be ramming right up
her throat from here! Christ, has she ever got a sweet little cunt on her!
Look at that thing, just quivering and sucking... man, she'll pull my balls off
with that tight little pussy! Goddamn, what a piece of tail!
Sarah looked at Sammy and for an instant he reminded her of the surfers
from California she'd seen in magazines, the tall blonde muscle-boys with wet
hair. He was incredibly well built, and that long hard cock of his wouldn't
have shamed a grown man twice his size. She closed her eyes again and the
picture vanished...
The thin, hair-fringed crevice of her naked vagina was quivering with the
maddening desire that had taken control of her body and mind. Her eyes were
tightly clenched, it didn't matter whose hotly throbbing penis was teasing the
warm soft lips of her pussy. It could have been her own lost husband... it
could have been a thousand others. At this moment, nothing mattered but
feeling that rock-hard shaft buried deep inside her, to feel the walls of her
hungry slit close tightly around the bucking and rearing pole and suck it
frantically up into her womb. She ground her crotch desperately up to reach
the elusive rod.
"Oh, no... now please!"
She was going stark-raving mad without a man inside her; she'd lose her
mind without relief.
"Fuck me, honey! Stick it up in me! Stick it up in me hard! Split me
open with your big cock!"
She reached for it clumsily, her reflexes still slowed by the drugs, but
her fingers found the thick fleshy shaft. She stroked its heated length almost
deliriously with her fingertips, pulling it toward her warmly clasping vagina,
feeling his manhood grow even harder and longer at her touch. She could feel
the swollen knob on the end of it fill with hot swirling blood as the heatedly
pulsating shaft brushed her vaginal lips ever so lightly.
Sammy could hold back his charge no longer, and without warning snapped
his loins forward... "AAAAAAwwwwww..." Sarah cried out in sharp pain as the
long hard pole slipped wetly inside and rammed its way to the hilt far up
inside her drug-crazed cunt. She was forced back brutally to the floor as he
jammed into her with all the fury of his virile young body behind his first
thrust. The soft pliant walls of her vagina-rippled aside in warm pink waves
as his hotly pulsing cock drove up against the sensitive tip of her cervix.
She gasped an unintelligible cry, then, "Oh God, it's killing me... it's
so deep! It's so deep inside me!" It was longer than she had expected, and it
hurt.
Sammy hesitated not an instant, but pulled his lust-hardened shaft out of
her until just an inch remained between her wet moistly sucking pussy lips,
then rammed it home again, once more sinking into her tightly clasping sheath
until his -pubic hair matted with her and his balls slapped loudly and
obscenely in the upturned defenseless furrow of her ass. The powerful youth
didn't ease his relentless rhythm for an instant; he knew he had her off
balance and teetering on the brink of insanity from the wild fucking he was
giving her. Sarah's eyes were open, but she saw nothing, just an endless array
of bright flashing colors, a psychedelic merry-go-round of reds and yellows and
purples that whirred by her eyes.
"Getting to you, right. Don't tell me you've never had it so far down
before... feels nice, right sweetheart?" His voice had the phony arrogance of
a teenage street fighter.
He was taunting her, adding to the humiliation she knew she should have
felt. But there was no embarrassed anguish, no abject degradation... nothing
but the insatiable hunger in her belly for his seething hot load of male sperm.
Lunge after pistoning lunge disappeared in her warm juicy tunnel, every
virile thrust sending another fresh wave of ecstasy through her nakedly
writhing body. Her rippling pussy walls tightly gripped the long hard
intruder, only letting go reluctantly as the glistening wet shaft slithered
out, then back in, sinking each delicious time to the very base of his rigid
young cock.
Sarah couldn't see anyone now, just the blurry outline of the naked boy
who was fucking her like she'd never been fucked before, and she was responding
with every cell, every fiber of her very being. Sammy pumped his hotly
throbbing flesh into her again and again, her nibbling vaginal lips clinging to
the thick White shaft as it slid wetly from her clasping grasp.
"Oh God... oh God," she moaned like a broken record endlessly repeating
itself.
She knew she couldn't stop what was happening... and she knew she
wouldn't, even if she could. She was soaring on rocketing pinnacles of sexual
wantonness, sexual abandonment she'd never have guessed possible. She was
feeling a newly released sexuality, a newly freed lasciviousness that was
beyond her wildest fantasies. This young boy, a stranger until this moment,
was doing incredible, unbelievable things to her... he was taking her places
she'd never dreamed existed. And she could not stop him... she wouldn't!
Sammy could see she was truly all his now -- his living love-slave, his
to use any way he desired. She was ready and eager to take anything he could
dish out... He smiled as he looked at her voluptuously naked form doubled
beneath his thrusts, her long blonde hair spilling around her head like a halo.
He slowed the relentless, deep jabs to a steady pumping rhythm, fucking in and
out of her with smooth, easy strokes. And then she felt the first incredible
waves of ecstasy moving outward from the pit of her belly to the tightly
clasping pink lips of her pussy which still tautly gripped the hard thick shaft
of his penis.
"Oh Goddamn," she screamed. "That's it, lover! Fuck me, fuck me... FUCK
ME!"
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Animal Girl
Chapter 12
Sarah scarcely remembered being helped from the camper and led along the
dirt path that led to one of the show's biggest transfer vans, a huge blue one
emblazoned with Henry Hawkins' advertising along its full length. It was dark,
late it seemed as she walked gingerly, barefoot, along the trail. Someone was
leading her. Was it Sammy? Sweet young Sammy? Or was it Henry? Or was it
someone else she'd never seen before?
Henry's advance men had done their work well, and the wives and kiddies
that had viewed the show's menagerie that afternoon before sunset were all
safely home out of sight. Only the single men and those married ones sly
enough or bold enough to manage a night out alone were packed six abreast into
the smoky, almost airless truck when she was helped into the wide rear doors.
She couldn't see their faces, just a swirling sea of bodies and eyes and teeth
and legs... and cocks, she could only hope, God how she hoped there were lots
of them! Henry's magic had worked again, though she could not remember taking
another dose of the passion-swelling potion after Sammy arrived. But she must
have... why else this raging hot burning again up between her legs, this
rutting agony of desire that could only be quenched one way. And tonight she
knew the way... there would be no need for encouragement, no reason for
subterfuge of deceit. Tonight the beautiful young blonde, clad now only in her
brassiere and panties as she was paraded in before these men who had paid ten
dollars for the show she was about to give them, was eager enough on her own...
eager for anything as long as it would give her the lascivious excitement she
cried out for with every pore, every cell, of her half-naked young body.
Numbly, feeling nothing but the fire in her naked belly, she was led like
a slave girl to the front of the enclosed van where a tattered, uncovered
mattress lay on the bare floor, marked off from the rest of the area by a
tautly-stretched rope that the men from the mining camp were pressed against as
thick as flies. She didn't feel it at all as her wrists were strapped with
nylon clothesline to two rings in the floor that were used for restraining the
heavy steel cages when they were on the move. She did not offer any opposition
because she was aware of nothing to oppose... nothing existed in the universe
except the red-hot moist flesh of her drug-crazed vagina and this wonderful
crowd of men.
A short fat man, dressed in the sweat-soaked clothes of a worker, entered
and closed the doors behind him. His eyes flickered in appreciation when he
saw the delicious young feast spread defenselessly on the mattress.
The worker removed his shirt, silently staring at her with undisguised
rapaciousness visible in his eyes. His huge barrel chest, covered with
ape-like hair, rose and fell in short puffing gasps as he dropped his pants to
the floor. His short fat cock jerked into view beneath an overhanging roll of
fat from his White belly.
Sarah's eyes bulged in terror. The drug! The drug! Why didn't it work!
She felt only fear, not the blind lust that she now craved like a junkie craves
heroin.
And, suddenly, it did, but not the way she had expected. The first
piercing warning came as the man leaned gleefully over the edge of the mattress
and began running his rough callused hands over her smooth, cringing young
flesh.
Her reaction was violent! A deep indescribable electrifying shock shot
through the frayed nerve-ends of her body like a thousand tiny sharp needles.
Laughing red devils danced wickedly along the inner softness of her firmly
quaking thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress to quench a
searing hot flame suddenly licking hungrily at her nakedness. It was futile,
the fire roared headlong out of control. She lay immobile for a moment, her
mind struggling hopelessly against the pinpricks of sensation following the
path of the coarse fingers digging so brutally into her flesh. God, Henry must
have given me a double dose!
The first man played with her, unaware of the hopeless battle raging
within the tortured young girl beneath his kneading hands. He placed his thumbs
on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her cunt and pulled slowly
apart as though he were splitting tropical fruit. Sarah lay holding her breath
and fighting with all her moral strength. It was not enough, for her
resistance shattered almost immediately.
She groaned as the exquisite feeling of cool air rushed over the fevered
bud of her rising clitoris. It rippled up her now quivering belly and out into
the nipples of her ripely throbbing breasts, drowning out the debasing
humiliation of the strange hands roaming over her nakedness. The straining
muscles of her thighs began to relax as did her White ivory breasts that rose
and fell with each labored breath.
The man's tongue licked nervously at his thick mouth, small beads of
sweat formed over his upper lips as he watched the gradual transformation of
the voluptuous young girl beneath his stroking fingers. He did not understand
and did not care, he would not question a gift like this -- only a fool would.
He could not wait. He pushed her unresisting firm thighs wide with the
rough palms of his hands and crawled eagerly between their lush fullness. The
devils danced faster around the rough pink edges of Sarah's naked cunt as she
felt the mattress sink from his weight. Her hotly throbbing pussy felt like a
painfully aching hollow pit in her stomach and it had to be filled. Her eyes
locked greedily on the thick cock pulsating out from his kneeling body above
her.
Suddenly forgotten were the fears of humiliation. She needed but one
thing now; she needed that long hard cock! More than anything else in the
world, she needed the relief that only a man's virile penis could bring her.
Even as her mind fought the repulsive sight of the kneeling fat body
hovering between the slimness of her wide-stretched thighs, her long tapered
legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his hips in an
animal-like eagerness. She jerked forward wildly, pulling him, with a grunt,
heavily down on top of her sensually writhing body.
He guided his thick blood-filled cock-head straight into her wetly
foaming cunt, his heavy weight smashing her far down into the mattress. As she
squealed in pain and ecstasy, he levered up, ramming his rock-hard shaft as
deep as it would go into her hungrily clasping pussy. His heavy, sperm-laden
balls smacked loudly against her upturned ass as his long hard length bored
hotly into the yielding softness of her rippling young belly.
Sarah strained against the cords but they held, cruelly cutting into her
wrists, as she tried to get even closer to him, crying out in a savage demand
to go "deeper, fuck deeper!"
"Fuck harder, fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation, causing
the bug-eyed spectators to edge even closer to the make-shift stage. They
watched as the man grasped her nakedly grinding ass cheeks in both hands and
drove his thick stubby cock to the hilt. A low murmur of sympathy went up in
the audience; it was obvious that his fleshy staff was much too short to put
out the fire raging in the young girl's cunt. Sarah groaned in frustration,
splaying her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access, but even
that did not help.
As if in apology, the sweating fat man rammed his tongue deep into her
wide-open mouth, the saliva drooling down into her throat. She sucked at it in
a wild frenzy, her drug-crazed body caught up in a whirlpool of raw lust that
she had never known before. His wildly jerking cock pistoned into her
mercilessly as he sought to make up for his lack of length, and his
pile-driving thrusts brought gasps of pain from the captive blonde as his
pelvis smacked loudly against her crotch.
Sarah moaned again, this time in encouragement, for the man was bringing
her to the peak with the brutal pounding of his body alone.
Then -- suddenly -- as she bucked uncontrollably beneath him, she felt
his rapidly plunging cock stiffen without warning and begin spewing its
white-hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb. Sarah
groaned in frustration. It was too soon, too soon! She was almost there, the
climatic peak was but a second away. She strained crazily to cum and get
release, but the man's dead weight collapsed heavily across her still driving
body. The useless deflated penis hung spent and wetly glistening between her
churning thighs.
Frantically she buffeted her wetly steaming loins up against his flaccid
tube, tears of angry frustration running down her lust-contorted face. She
screamed in anguish as he rolled from her nakedly buffeting body, breathing
heavily in satiation... he had gotten more than his money's worth. He smiled
happily and a bit sheepishly at the spectators who were moving restlessly;
their whispers sounded like the first-zephyrs of an approaching storm.
The fire burned on in Sarah, even as the man left the roped area.
Impatiently, she waited for the next customer, grinding her buttocks into the
mattress in anticipation.
Oh God, she sobbed, the hunger coursing through her like a narcotic. I'm
going crazy, crazy. Send me someone! Send me someone!
Henry's head suddenly appeared at the door; a grin of satisfaction was on
his lips as he saw Sarah's drugged body frantically writhing out of control on
the bed. Henry had many clients waiting, and the potion would last for hours.
The girl was beyond objecting to anything now. In fact, he thought happily,
she would welcome it.
Sarah's eyes were glazed in an all-encompassing desire. Her earlier
prayers for blessed unconsciousness had faded, now she wanted only to feel the
deliciousness of a man fucking wildly into her. She wanted her belly filled
with great warm pools of cum and feel it sloshing around wetly inside her.
Hurry, Henry, hurry, her mind droned drunkenly, bring me one. Bring me a
man or I'll die!
She did not have long to wait. An old man on crutches hobbled in, his
eyes shining in lust. He had only one leg and his clothes were filthy and
stained. They looked as though they had not left his body in months. Sarah's
passion was beyond caring now, he was a man! A man with a nice hard cock that
could slice into her fearfully burning pussy. That was all that mattered.
Hurry, you bastard, hurry, raced through her mind desperately. She
opened her legs wide, pointed the dripping hair-lined slit of her cunt directly
at the lewdly grinning cripple, grinding her femaledom up with her tightly
clenched ass in an equally lewd invitation to spur him to speed.
He lost no time in tearing his ragged clothes from his unwashed body. He
hadn't believed the news in the town street, nor the price... three dollars!
All that would buy in the whorehouse of Dawson Creek was a fat old hag who had
been used up years before and who would lie drunkenly under you thinking of the
booze she could buy with the money from this trick. But this was different!
She was young, and her flesh was firm. It had been many long years since he
had fucked anything even approaching this. Nowadays he could not afford the
young ones in the houses and even if he could they would turn him down because
of his nauseating appearance. He could not believe his luck with this one;
Christ, she was begging him for it with her obscene gestures and loud groans.
He would use his ten minutes well with this crazy-to-be-fucked little bitch.
He hobbled to the bed and without ceremony, threw the stump of his
missing leg over Sarah's nakedly squirming young body. He straddled her
stomach awkwardly. The soft Whiteness of tautened belly brushed tantalizingly
against the wrinkled sack of his heavily dangling balls causing his ancient
penis to jerk in anticipation. He moved forward along her nakedly writhing
torso and laid his still semi-soft penis in the warm fleshy valley between her
ripely quivering breasts. He cupped a hand on either side of the feverishly
straining mounds and pushed them together, trapping his long, awakening cock
between them. He had always wanted to do this but none of the Dawson Creek
whores would ever let him. Now with this young bitch's hands tied over her
head, she could not object. Besides, Hawkins said anything went as long as he
didn't hurt her physically.
Sarah, beneath him, could feel the bones of his thin buttocks pressing
painfully into her ribs as he rocked forward. He had straddled her so suddenly
that she had been taken completely unaware. She needed him in her -- but not
like this. She tried desperately to wriggle up the mattress under him but he
rode with her firm young body.
"No, no, please not that way, not that way," she cried in frustration as
she looked down her nose and watched the red bulbous cock-head sliding back and
forth between her tightly held breasts. She could feel it begin to heatedly
throb against the sensitive tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of hot
licking flame racing down to the quivering slit of her palpitating cunt.
"Oh God no! Fuck me, please! Please!" she begged as he began a rocking
motion, sliding his blue veined cock faster and faster between her warmly
straining breasts. Spit dripped from his sun-cracked lips, falling onto the
narrow fleshy valley and lubricating the passage for the hotly pulsating penis
as it fucked the soft warmness between her breasts.
The cripple continued his desperate thrusting -- faster -- faster -- his
breath coming in quick labored gasps, until before her horror-stricken eyes,
the man groaned loudly and stiffened; his long-stored cum began spurting in
sticky hot streams over her naked breasts, spewing its vile warmth up against
her chin and face. It ran down her shoulders and throat in wet white rivulets,
soaking the mattress beneath.
"Get in me, get in me! Now! Now!" she raved, her head thrashing from
side to side in bitter defeat. "Why didn't you? Why didn't you?" she shouted
up at him through hate-filled eyes, her arms straining at the binding cords
like a mad woman. She cursed his impotency with all the foul words that came
to her lust deranged mind.
"Send me a man! Henry, you son of a bitch! Send me a man!" she screamed
at the top of her lungs. Her wildly pulsating cunt was a steaming cauldron now
that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her body was going to explode into
a million fiery particles if someone didn't stuff a cock into her soon -- she
sobbed hysterically, crying out for deliverance.
The cripple dressed and hobbled hurriedly from the van, fearful that this
lunatic might break loose from her bonds and do him bodily harm. He ignored
the jeering catcalls of the other spectators -- he had gotten what he wanted.
As Sarah watched him disappear through the doors, she suddenly gasped and
held her breath, for his bent-over form was replaced by the shadow of the
biggest man she had ever seen. He stooped as he entered to keep from hitting
his head against the frame.
He was jet Black! Her pleading froze in her throat. Desire, suddenly
replaced by fear, withered in her body. He would kill her!
"I've brought you a man, honey," Henry's voice cooed from behind the
giant Black. "I've given him a discount to let some of the others watch. You
must perform well," he chortled happily. "They are paying a lot for a good
exhibition, and we can't disappoint them, can we!"
"Ohh, please, no," Sarah whimpered, a battle raging between her mental
revulsion, and the drug-fed fire of lust raging inside her crazed young body.
"I can't, I can't... he's too big. He'll kill me! Not with him, please!"
Without speaking, Hawkins gave her a cold-steel stare that would have
curdled fresh milk. His glance was more fearful than what the Black man would
do to her; she knew she was beaten again -- she would have to do whatever he
wished of her.
She was dimly aware, through drug glazed eyes, of the leering faces
crowded into the small room. Would they ever stop coming? They were lining the
walls and hanging over the rail closest to her, packing the small chamber until
the air became hot and almost unbearable from their sweating, grimy unwashed
bodies. There seemed to be horribly grotesque faces peering down at her. Some
toothless and unshaven, some marred by accident or design, but all wide-eyed
and eager for the cruel ravishment of the quivering young blonde before them to
begin.
When the room was jammed with straining men, Hawkins motioned for Al to
lock the door, cutting off the last entrance for fresh cool air. The odor was
heavy and pressed down on Sarah like an invisible musty cape. She struggled
for breath, her lungs sucking in great gasps, fighting to maintain
consciousness.
Henry nodded his head at the panting Black who began eagerly stripping
his clothes from his glistening, muscular body. His pants fell to the floor,
causing a murmur of fevered approval to ripple through the excited crowd. His
giant ebony cock reared out from his Black muscular stomach like a third arm
with a huge tightly balled fist at the end. It was at least ten inches long
and two inches thick, and the two great sperm inflated balls hanging at the
base gave it the frightening appearance of a cannon ready to fire.
Sarah jerked her tightly clenched eyes open at the ripple of noise
running through the room, her shocked gaze locking on the monstrous shaft
pointing directly at her. She gasped in terror, drawing her thighs tightly
together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping loosely open in astonished
belief.
It couldn't be true. He would split her right in half! Horrible visions
of her ripped torn body flickered wildly through her cringing mind. They
couldn't do it! They wouldn't!
The Black stepped to the bed, the crowd closing behind him to get a
closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to take place before them.
Helpful hands from the side of the mattress grasped harshly at Sarah's tightly
clenched ankles, pulling them brutally open. Her delicate pink slit nestling
in the soft pubic hair burst into full view of the spectators at the end of the
bed. The others strained closer around the bedside to get their look at the
wetly palpitating treasure of the struggling girl.
Over-anxious hands reached out to pinch quickly at the White full breasts
above, digging harshly for a stolen moment, and then disappearing anonymously
back into the crowd.
The Black giant climbed up between her widespread frantically trembling
legs. The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed and back
over her head until the soles of her upside down feet were touching the
headboard in a great "V" about four feet apart. Sarah's face contorted in
anguish, every muscle in her body felt as though it were stretched beyond all
human endurance. The flat plane of her soft hair-covered pussy was presented
to the kneeling giant in defenseless sacrifice. It was his, his to plunder at
will.
He grinned down at it, his lips bared back over the White ivory of his
teeth in unbridled lust. He stroked his massively thick cock with both hands
in greedy preparation for the assault on the helpless, up-turned cunt in front
of him. His body swayed on his knees like a stalking cobra, the glistening
ebony skin shining in the dim light of the single bulb hanging above. He
shuffled forward slowly, his pelvis and great bulging Black cock shoved out and
quivering like a savage limbo dancer caught in the hypnotic throes of a
primeval jungle ceremony.
Sarah, through wide-split thighs, watched in awed terror as the writhing
Black torso advanced toward her helpless aperture. She could not turn her eyes
from the vile instrument that was, in a moment, to cleave through her nakedly
bound body in vicious rape. She was mesmerized into abject stillness.
Suddenly, without warning, the swaying Black jerked his pelvis back and
his head came forward and down in a dark blur, his gleaming ivory teeth
fastening into the soft warm flesh of her belly. A tiny nip at her navel and
his tongue began a slow tantalizing exploration of her Whiteness, following the
path of light fuzz down to the flanges of her fearfully cringing pussy. He
spread her blushing pussy lips with his fingers and then, with a maddening
liquid suck of his lips, drew the tiny pink bud of Sarah's throbbing clitoris
into his hotly voracious mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his
teeth, feeling the nerve ending become erect and jerking back to life from the
softness that fear had brought.
Sarah clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirl-pools of sensation
that were shooting out of control against her loins. She fought with all her
inner strength against the gross betrayal by her drugged young body. Thoughts
of Jamie and the life and children they could have had filled her head. No,
no, she must not let them win. She mustn't! She mustn't! No matter what, I
can't become just a toy for all these men!
But suddenly, the huge Black's tongue snaked forward, burrowing up her
hotly quivering cunt like a racing lizard. The shock rippled crazily up her
spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of rapidly
growing wantonness which -- like a warm flood-tide -- inundated her whole body.
Her hungry young loins jerked involuntarily forward, burying the man's flicking
tongue to its roots. Erotic fire replaced fear and all else.
She was nothing but a cunt, oh God, only a cunt! Her entire being was
suddenly a great open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be gorged and
stuffed with hot male flesh. Nothing else mattered now; not principles, not
humiliation, just the flicking reality of the probing tongue that had now
crawled out from between her hot steaming furrow and was tracing tiny wet
circles up her body.
"Ohh, ohh, yess, yesssss, suck my tits, yes, like that, like that! Bite
me! Aaaaaaggggggg!"
It moved up over her throat, licking at her nose and eyes and cheeks, the
thick warm saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her lust-contorted face around
searching with her open mouth for the wet fleshy tongue that was bringing her
so much pleasure. She found it and sucked it deep into her throat with a low
animal moan.
Now her pelvis was grinding frantically, searching with her gaping hot
pussy for that monstrous pole that was going to rip her belly asunder. The
lust-incited crowd around the mattress gasped as the great bulging cock-head
found the tiny pulsating opening to her pussy. It jostled for a moment against
the pink, ragged edges of flesh, then insinuated itself gently between her
wetly quivering vaginal lips.
Then with a flick of the hips, the grinning Black forced the blood-filled
tip brutally just beyond the throbbing lips of her hair-lined cunt, stretching
the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
Sarah threw her head wildly to the side and screamed, "AAAAAggggg!
Don't... Jesus, don't, you're hurting me-eeee-ee!"
The massively throbbing penis sank in another cruel inch, the struggling
girl trying desperately to kick her legs free and escape the punishing
impalement. Several pairs of eagerly restraining hands of the spectators
grabbed her legs and ankles again tightly back against the bedstead. In her
wild passion a moment ago she had overestimated her hideously stretched
vagina's capacity. This giant of a man's cock was too big, she could never
take it in a million years. It was splitting her tight young cuntal lips
terribly; the pain was unbearable as it rocketed through her bound and captive
body like tiny sharp probing needles.
The giant Black levered up on his hands in the push-up position and
flicked again -- his grin widening -- as his hotly throbbing relentless, pole
of flesh slid in another excruciating inch.
"Uunuunuuuungggggggggg!"
Another inch --
"AAAAAAAaaaagggggg!"
Hot stale breaths coursed over her nakedly sweating body as the men
crowded closer. Their faces hung over the bed within inches of her straining
young body, watching hypnotically this lush White beauty being fucked and
skewered like a medieval slave by the giant, glistening, ebony-skinned man.
She was dimly aware of hands digging at her ripely sensitive breasts from
the leering crowd and fingers clawing over every part of her naked flesh until
it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling animals trying to enter
every pore of her helpless young body. The room had become a giant octopus
with thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out obscenely to crush her in her
helplessness.
"Nooo... Noooooooo!" she sobbed hysterically, tears gushing like hot,
salty fountains from her open but unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance brought a sudden crushing
thrust from the Black that plowed the giant ebony cock deep into her tightly
resisting passage, pushing great ripples of soft pink flesh in rolling waves
before it. Sarah jerked convulsively as the great hot shaft raced into her
belly like a runaway freight train smashing all resistance. It was an
uncontrolled monster ramming in between her widespread legs, filling her every
crevice and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not
breathe or move. It felt as though it were a python coming out her throat, out
her mouth to curl around her shoulders and neck to crush her life away. It was
ripping her very soul from her body and devouring it in great gulps of depraved
sensuality.
Suddenly it stopped. With an earth-shattering jolt, the giant's pelvis
thudded heavily into her defenselessly upturned crotch. The monstrous
sperm-inflated balls smacked loudly into the frantically trembling crevice of
her ass. The huge ebony cock lay embedded to the hilt inside Sarah's cringing
young cunt like an ancient impaling torture device.
He held still above for a moment until the bereaved girl beneath him
adjusted to the presence of the huge member implanted in her soft White belly.
He watched her until her pain-contorted face began a slow relaxation, the
tightly gnashed teeth opening in surprised adjustment.
"A-Aaaaaah," her lips breathed in welcome relief as the pain subsided to
a point where she could feel his long hard cock throbbing hotly inside her
belly.
He flexed the giant head, bringing a deep groan from her lips, her teeth
reclenching. He flexed again -- another groan. Again -- a lesser groan this
time, as her hot narrow passage grew accustomed to the increasing size. Then
he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his massively thick
cock tightly into her tight little pussy, expanding the still cringing walls of
her wetly pulsating vagina until it fit like a well-tailored glove.
The spectators' hot, unbelieving eyes peered lustfully within inches of
the huge buried penis, amazed that the tiny cuntal opening they had seen
moments before was capable of swallowing all of the fantastically thick shaft.
Hands from the crowd rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her nakedly
quivering buttocks. From both sides of the mattress, fingers pulled cruelly at
her fleshy hair-covered pussy lips and ripe young breasts. A fingertip probed
under the heavily dangling balls and found her tiny puckered anus, flicking
teasingly at it like another tongue. She winced as it suddenly popped through
the tightly clenched nether ring and dug deeply at the soft rubbery flesh
inside. It moved around, expanding the crinkled little hole until the palm of
the intruding hand lay flat against her ass cheeks, the whole finger sunk
safely inside the hotly throbbing tunnel.
Now the Black began a painful sawing motion in and out of Sarah's moistly
stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal
and battering her cock-hungry young body hard against the mattress. The finger
embedded far up in her ass joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic
fucking duo that brought groans of pain and gasps of lewd pleasure gushing from
the lips of her moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous tempo.
The pain was easing and a weird sensation of happiness tingled through
her nakedly helpless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation brought a
strange masochistic pleasure flooding through her blood stream. Her hips began
unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed of the
great, lust-thickened cock and finger fucking her. It seemed as though a
thousand helpful hands groped at her from the leering faces surrounding them,
all hands of men who would help her achieve the release she needed.
"Ohhh yes, yesss, fuck me like this. Oh shit yes, fuck me like this,"
she crooned, squirming her body lewdly around among the myriad of hands and
fingers that crawled over the lushly voluptuous flesh.
She opened her eyes. Cocks were everywhere now. The men around the
mattress had pulled them out and were stroking them over her in time to the
Black and White flesh smacking together before them. Long ones, short ones,
fat ones, she was in a great cock heaven, surrounded by them -- a prisoner of
them -- and all the time while the great Black glistening pole fucked madly
into her, expanding with each stroke like a giant balloon, the finger drubbing
into her rectum like still another cock. The young blonde was a prisoner, a
helpless captive to the delicious rape of her heatedly pulsating cunt and anus
-- trapped between them like a helpless insect.
"Oh God, don't stop! Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she grunted into the
thick stale air, frantically gyrating her upturned ass faster and faster,
trying to keep up with the wonderful poles of flesh and finger that rammed into
her belly like tireless fucking machines. She felt hot fleshy objects dropped
into her tightly bound hands on either side of the mattress and other hands
press her fingers around them. She could tell by their warm pulsations that
they were penises, and she began a hard vicious stroking in time to the
communal rhythm. But then, all too soon, she felt the long hard shaft of flesh
pummeling into her wetly throbbing cunt expanding almost to the bursting point.
"No! No! Wait, wait!" she screamed in desperation, but it was too late.
The great Black's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head as his huge
churning balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot white cum deep into her
contracting belly. She ground her hungry wet pussy up tightly against his
pelvis to stop the flow for a moment, but her very eagerness defeated her
desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her starving vaginal muscles milked it
clean, the last drop of his hot load sloshed around deep inside her
lust-dilated womb.
The giant rolled useless and drained from her wildly squirming form,
helped by a dozen eager hands clawing to take his place. A thin string of
white sticky liquid trailed from his cock over her leg to the floor where he
collapsed in exhaustion.
"Ten dollars, my friends, ten dollars," she could hear dimly through the
muffled confusion of the noise, and caught a glimpse of Henry desperately
reaching over heads for the freely offered bills like an excited circus barker.
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the hurried thrust of a short
fat man who had replaced the Black giant between her legs. He rammed into her
like a jack-hammer, needing no foreplay to incite him. The spectacle had been
enough. They raced wildly together for the climax Sarah had been so cruelly
deprived of when the giant had deserted her.
It hit her suddenly, like a god's fist in the stomach. Great waves of
searing, indescribably joy coursed through her shamelessly aroused young body
with the power of a thousand lightning bolts, curling the tips of her toes and
fingers like burning twigs on a bonfire.
The fat man's wildly jerking cock spat uncontrollably into her at almost
the same moment that the palms of her bound hands were flooded with the hot
sticky fluid of the ejaculating penises enclosed in her fists. Great pools of
cum clung stickily to her as she saw still other madly exploding cocks spurting
at her body from the sides of the bed. She wallowed lewdly around in it,
punishing and debasing herself in maniacal arousal, the odor rushing through
her nostrils, as her own cum gushed hotly from between her legs, soaking the
mattress beneath her wildly grinding buttocks.
The bodies came on and on, spurred by her screaming supplications for
further and further humiliation. Her hair was matted thickly with the pungent
fluid now, and her cum-glistening body was covered from head to foot. She
squirmed wetly on her back in it as she was buffeted up and down the mattress
by one rampaging man after another. It seemed it would never stop.
Suddenly, Henry grinned to himself. It was going too slow. There was an
even better way to handle this volume of business. After all, the bitch was
screaming for it. He would make sure she got more.
He held back the next man in line and reaching the bed, cut her bonds.
"Turn over," he commanded.
Without hesitation, the young blonde girl rolled her battered body over
in the slippery pools of cum, resting heavily on her stomach.
"Now kneel," he ordered to the half conscious girl again. He grabbed
impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a
moment on all fours, her nakedly gleaming buttocks high in the air and her face
pushed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body
was enduring.
Henry directed the waiting traffic like an experienced policeman on a
busy intersection.
Sarah felt heavy hands on her hips from a nameless body suddenly kneeling
behind and between her open thighs. She eagerly waved the stretched moons of
her buttocks-back at him, feeling the blunt end of his hot throbbing cock
pressing into the now dripping slit of her crotch. With a grunt, he shoved
cruelly forward, burying his impatiently pulsating manhood deep up her crevice,
causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge.
Her face ran head on into another waiting long rigid cock that rammed
without warning into her wetly gaping mouth. The man was kneeling on the
mattress in front of her grasping both sides of her head vice-like between his
strong callused hands and holding it firm. He sawed into her face viciously,
as though it were a softer -- warmer -- more delicious cunt. Sarah gagged as
he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full length disappearing into her
tightly ovalled lips almost to the hilt. His sperm-bloated balls slapped
harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a light
airy feather. She struggled to breath, catching small gasps of air on the
out-stroke.
"Oh, God," she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag
doll between them, using her nakedly helpless body as a great receptacle into
which they would pump their burning sperm. She was no longer human but merely a
great mass of flaccid flesh, unable to think or feel.
But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her
mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two excited men
simply incited her. The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again
and she started undulating her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her
revitalized cunt muscles at the fleshy staff boring into her. She wanted to
milk it dry, to fill her own belly again and again until more of the hot sticky
fluid ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it
again.
She sucked voraciously at the warm thickness of the cock in her mouth,
her cheeks hollowing and filling with each cruel thrust. Her tongue licked
wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into the gland on the
end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to swallow it and feel
it running down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her cunt. She
wanted it to run through every pore in her body in great torrents of joy.
Her wish came true a moment later!
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt the
hotly ramming cock fucking into her from behind inflate and begin spewing its
white hot load deep up into her tightly clasping cunt. His churning sperm
ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from her hair-covered pussy lips
into the matted hair of his belly. His massively discharging balls pressed
tightly against her exposed little clitoris, causing her kneeling body to jerk
convulsively forward; burying the rod in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt.
It, too, exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent liquid,
her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the great heated
gushes that spurted without stopping, deep into her throat. She swallowed in
eager little gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the
thick ejaculating rod, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid.
Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as he collapsed in front of
her. As he fell, his deflated penis flopped lifelessly from her still hungrily
sucking mouth and thin sticky strings of cum hung like cobwebs from her lips to
the deflated cock several inches away.
Sarah screwed her firm young buttocks back tightly against the still
squirting cock in her cunt, and with a scream from between clenched teeth felt
her own body explode in a delirious convulsion of pure sensation as she came...
and came... and came. Her strength was suddenly gone, and she collapsed on the
mattress as the rapidly shrinking cock slipped limply from her drenched pussy
and gushes of cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.
After that, time became meaningless and merged into a blur of strange and
different penises, fucking her as they would and where they would. Sarah was
beyond emotion. Her emotionally drained body still reacted with orgasms to
several of the more inventive males that bent her to their will, but her
strength was gone... and she followed mechanically the directions that Henry
would scream at her when she lagged in her duties to the clients.
"Get those legs up! Move that ass! Suck harder!"
She was nothing now but a robot at his command and weakly moved her limbs
to comply with his shouts.
* * *
Her final and absolute humiliation, her depthless pit of pits, was to
come much later, after the men had had their fill of her, after their hip
flasks of Canadian rye had filled their brains with hungers they would never
have dreamed of sober, back with their families and friends. One of them
hastily conferred with Hawkins, that much she could see for herself, and a
number of them left together out the huge rear doors, opening them so that the
great clouds of cigarette smoke billowed out, mixed obscenely with the pungent
smells and aromas of her uncounted couplings, the sweet-sour fragrance of
nakedness and jettisoned desires that soaked her bruised and battered young
thighs and vagina like so many quarts of vile and untold liquid.
She could hear the commotion before she could see what was at its center
-- the laughing and shouting of the men, the excited sound of some animal. But
by now there was no concern. Sarah didn't care what they wanted of her; she
would do it without thinking now, with or without Henry's wonderful drug. For
it wasn't the drug talking now... it was Sarah... the real Sarah! Sarah the
whore, forevermore!
* * *
For one last degrading thrill, one final humiliation, they had given this
old male burro some of Hawkins' Spanish Fly and led him, wheezing and bleating,
into the van. He balked at being forced into this confined space and began to
buck and kick, but the laughing crowd of drunken, sex-mad men pushed and pulled
him over to where the battered young blonde girl lay immobile on the stained
and torn mattress. She was too far gone to resist -- nothing mattered now.
They positioned the old burro over her ripe nakedness and his enormous animal
cock hung nearly to the floor of the van in his sex-drugged state. It was then
that Sarah, in this lowest of acts, lifted her legs voluntarily and allowed
them to position the wild-eyed beast over her as two of them held her legs back
tightly against her chest. She was still on the mattress, or at least part of
her was, so she was raised so high that ten inches or more of the animal's
wrist-sized cock slid wetly and obscenely into her ravaged and bruised cuntal
sheath, closing around it like it was just another man, just another penis to
empty itself in her sloshing belly.
The ragged beast began to hump madly, blinded now to the sight of the
tightly-huddled men, answering only his immediate painful needs in this
handiest of ways. His long dark cock skewered into her like a pole being
driven into her very insides, and she moaned and writhed piteously as almost a
full foot of enormously thick, frenetically-pumping animal cock was rammed
repeatedly up into her belly.
With the animal's drug-heightened state, it didn't take long... and
within a few minutes, there was a maddened, wheezing braying that echoed around
inside the van as the mangy beast discharged a last flood tide of thick,
viscous sperm that mixed lewdly with the rest already filling her to
overflowing, sloshing out of her pink ragged slit and oozing onto the mattress
where it added but another, if slightly larger, stain to the dozens already
there. It mattered not to Sarah... embarrassment was something beyond her
ability to feel now. This most degrading of acts only helped to answer her
burning needs and she smiled weakly as the huge, still-throbbing organ withdrew
lewdly with a long wet sucking noise from the tightly-clasping confines of her
pink moist vagina. She left her legs where they were, pressed back against her
chest so tightly that she was nearly doubled in half. It never really occurred
to her to bring them down... after all, there might be one man left, one man
left to satisfy. And that single hope was justification enough for the added
discomfort.
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Animal Girl
Chapter 13
Over a week had passed since that fateful night in Line Creek, the night
Sarah Olsen weathered the turning point in her young life that was
irreversible. There would be -- could be -- no going back now; she was
committed. But where there should have been shame and revulsion, suicidal
despair and degradation, there was only a wild-fire of excitement and happiness
with the newly-found source of good money -- more than she'd ever hoped to make
in her life -- and the promise of wicked, forbidden pleasures equally beyond
her wildest dreams.
She'd thought once or twice of writing Jamie, maybe of sending him a
snapshot of her with Lobo or with three or four of the paying customers, but
she'd shelved the idea for now. Not because it was too mean and spiteful, not
because it was a cruel and inhuman thing to even dream up... but for another
reason entirely, and one that made a lot more sense to the new Sarah, one that
would have horrified the old Sarah she left behind in Blackjack to death...
The snapshot would have to wait until tonight when the time would be
right. Tonight was to be her first night for Hawkins new treat for her. She
could feel her thighs tingle at the very thought. For she was going to be the
first with Jomo, with the show's three hundred pound male gorilla. Ahead of
Gloria, ahead of everyone... that wild jungle beast was going to be her's, all
her's!
The End