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THE PEASANT GIRL

Baron William and his henchman Walter were out riding near the
fort, when they saw a young peasant girl on the path.  They
exchanged mutual grins of anticipation and dismounted.  When the
girl grew abreast of them on the path, William hailed her. 

"Excuse me, but who might you be?" he asked.

"Aliena, Rolf's daughter, Baron!" she replied.

William smiled. "Well Aliena it's time for you to do service for
your Baron!"

He reached out and grabbed the neck of Aliena's tunic.  He gave a
sharp jerk.  The tunic ripped.  He kept on pulling, so that it tore
all the way down the front.  She covered her breasts with one arm
and the bushy triangle of curly hair between her legs with the
other hand.  William dropped the strip of linen and grabbed her
hair.  He jerked her toward him, spun her around, and ripped the
rest of the dress from her back.  She had delicate white shoulders,
a small waist and suprisingly full hips.  He pulled her to him,
pressing himself against her back, grinding his hips against her
buttocks.  He bent his head and bit her soft neck hard, until he
tasted blood and she screamed.  Holding Aliena hard against him
with one arm, William explored her body with the other hand.  
He felt her breasts, weighing them, squeezing them, and he pinched
her brown nipples, then he ran his hand over her stomach and into
the triangle of hair between her legs, bushy and curly like the
hair on her head.

He prodded her roughly with his fingers.  She began to cry.  His
prick was so stiff he thought it would burst.  He stepped away and
jerked her backwards over his outstretched leg.  She fell on her
back with a crash.  William knelt on the floor and prised Aliena's
legs apart.  She began to struggle.  As soon as he tried to enter
her she resisted. Suddenly he had an idea.

"Cut off her ear, Walter!"

Aliena went still. "No!" she whispered.

"Open your legs then!"  William demanded.

She stared at him horrified by the choice.  Walter drew his knife
and touched her ear.  "Stop!" she cried.  She opened her legs wide
for him.  William spat on his hand, then rubbed the moisture
between her legs.  He pushed his fingers inside her.  She cried out
with pain.  He lowered himself on top of her.  She lay still and
tense.  Her body was slick with the sweat of their struggle, but
she shivered.  William adjusted his position and looked up.  "Your
turn next, Walter!"

Aliena groaned in despair.  Suddenly he shoved his massive penis
inside her roughly, pushing as hard and as far as he could.  He
felt the resistance of her hymen -- a virgin -- and he shoved
again, brutally.  It hurt him but it hurt her more.  She screamed. 
He shoved once more, harder still, and he felt it break.  Aliena's
face turned white, her head slumped to one side, and she fell into
a faint, then at last William spurted his seed inside her, laughing
with pleasure until he was drained.

When Aliena regained consciousness it was to see Walter standing
above her ready to take his turn.  Walter looked at her lying on
the ground stark naked.  The size of her distended brown nipples on
her large breasts, the soft wideness of her hips, the prominence of
her long vaginal mound affected him instantly.  He felt his penis
grow, and rise, and swell.  Her legs opened wide, her red vulva
opened wide, he found her moist vaginal opening and as his penis
slowly slid inside he groaned.

He went down low between her legs, sinking into her, going into her
inch by inch and then rising and falling, pulling and pushing, as
she spread out beneath him, eyes shut, fingers loosely on his
shoulders.  His thrusts gradualy increased in speed.  Again and
again he sank into her soft wetness -- his penis seemed to grow
near eruption.  The penis between his legs sliding inside her
flesh, cleaving her, expanding once more, until it could contain
itself no longer and triggered a series of spasmic ejaculations
spewing his juices into her waiting body.


TWO GOES INTO ONE

Baron William and his soldiers raided a village which had refused
to pay him for protection.  After they had killed the men they
entertained themselves with the women.  William had caught a nice
morsel trying to escape.  It was the Headman's wife, Zelda.  He
slapped her and threw her face down to the ground.  Then he knelt
down, rolled her onto her back and straddled her.  She stared up at
him with pain and fear in her eyes.

He pulled up the skirt of her dress until it was around her waist. 
The hair between her legs was thick and curly.  She screamed and
tried to get out from under him.  He rested his weight on her
pinning her down, but she continued to struggle and yell.  Now he
was fully erect.  He tried to force her thighs apart but she
resisted him.  He called for his men.  "Hold her down for me lads!"

Walter and his two personal guards came over from their own
conquests to aid him.  The three men knelt down around the woman
and held her still.  William positioned himself to enter her.  Her
body jerked as William thrust his thick member brutally into her. 
He started to move in and out.  Walter complained, "You interrupted
me just as I was getting it in!"

"So!  Stick it in this one's mouth.  At least then she will shut
up!"  William answered.

"I think I'll give that a try."  Walter changed his position and
grabbed the woman by the hair and lifted her head.  He wrapped one
hand around his erection and rubbed his tender tip over her cheeks
and eyes and chin.

"Now take it!"  Walter ordered the woman. "Take it in your
exquisite little mouth and minister to it with gentleness. And if
you bite me, if you try to hurt me. I swear we will throw you to
the dogs to eat."

By now Zelda was frightened enough to do anything and she
co-operated by opening her mouth.  Walter felt her mouth engulf the
jutting stem of his erection, and her tongue and lips pulled at the
purple tip.  Her tongue was busy as she twisted her head from side
to side and up and down.  He felt himself losing control.  Zelda
had learned to read the signs, she tried to lift her head away but
he grabbed the back of her head and held her.

"I want you to drink my juice!" he commanded.

The interruption brief as it was gave him time to regain command of
himself.  He felt her lips go around him, and futher down on his
shaft than she had gone before.

She felt him jerk in her mouth, swelling even more with blood and

she moaned a little, moving up and down on him.  Her tongue lifted,
laving the underside of his head and then spasm after spasm shook
him, the hot viscous jets coming against her working tongue and
palate.  He braced himself, as he felt himself surging from his
loins and she tried to pull away.  With both hands he grasped her
open jaw and pressed her to himself and coursed into her mouth;
pumping his juice down Zelda's throat.  With a choking sound she
gulped and swallowed and gulped again and again until he was
drained.

William was aroused to bursting by the eroticism of two men taking
a woman.  While Walter was thrusting his penis into Zelda's tender
mouth,  William was thrusting his throbbing penis between her legs
into her moist vagina.  His penis was swollen to enormous
tumescence as he thrust between her spread thighs again and again..
He was deep, deep inside her rocking back and forth.  He was moving
faster now, thrusting hard into her softness.  He saw Walter
shudder and grab the womans head holding her close as he erupted
into her mouth.  Then William came too, spurting his semen into her
quivering depths, like hot lava.

THE MILLER'S WIFE

Baron William and his men rode to small hamlet to discipline a man
called Wulfric for not paying the protection tax.  William was
going to punish him by having him whipped.  But then he saw
Wulfric's wife, she was tall with large breasts and strong thighs. 
He gestured to Walter who grabbed her arm and pulled.  Walter
twisted her arm behind her back and held her.  Her husband cried
"No please!  I'll pay the tax, just leave Maggie alone."

William smiled -- Wulfric was going to see his wife raped by
several men and he would be powerless to save her -- that would
teach him a lesson.  He nodded to Walter.  Walter grasped the neck
of Maggie's dress and pulled sharply down, the garment ripped and
fell away.  William's throat went dry as he stared at her
voluptuous white body.  Her ample breasts rose and fell as she
panted with fear.  His eyes moved from the large pink nipples and
soft breasts to the ample curves of her lightly tanned body.  Her
long legs seemed to flow forever from the broad, smooth thighs.

William stood in front of her.  Walter twisted her arm harder, so
that she arched her back in pain, her breasts stuck out even more. 
William looked at her husband then put his hands on her breasts and
kneaded them.  They were soft and heavy in his hands.  William felt
his cock rising.  "Hold her down," he said.  Maggie began to
scream.  William unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor
as the soldiers took Maggie by the arms and legs.  She had no hope
of resisting four strong men, but all the same she kept writhing
and screaming.  Her breasts jiggled as she moved, and her thighs
opened and closed, alternately hiding and revealing her sex.  The
four soldiers pinned her down on the floor.  William knelt between
her legs.  Her husband Wulfric was distraught -- staring in horror
and mumbling pleas for mercy.

Maggie's naked body was pinned under him, thighs spread, squirming,
writhing, quivering like a rabbit who has seen the gun.  His hand
moved over her heavy breasts and taut belly, over her thighs and
the mound of her sex.  Then he was plunging down between her long
legs, jamming his hard penis into her, all the way into her
softness, her flesh yielding to him.  He could see the stark terror
in her eyes as he rammed his huge member up into her body.   Again
and again he thrust his thick pulsing penis all the way into her
marvelous body.

He was breathing like a bull.  His mouth was watering so
excessively that he was drooling on her.  Saliva dripped on her
large breasts that trembled at every thrust.  He mauled her full
breasts, squeezed and stroked them as he plunged deep between her
widely spread thighs.  Despite the stimulation of her lubricated
vulva, her rotating hips, her increasing breathlessness, he had
lasted a long time. His body was wet with perspiration.  He could
feel Maggie's soft thighs against his sides. In his minds eye he
saw her shapely long legs leading up to her magnificent nude torso
-- felt himself between her legs, inside her, tightly held,
enclosed hotly inside her.  The thought in his head and the intense
friction below came together and he ejaculated a hot river of
sticky fluid into her quivering depths.

THE MILLER'S WIFE PART II


William had just finished raping Maggie in front of her husband
Wulfric, when he heard the sounds of distant gunfire.  Realising
that he and his soldiers were vulnerable to attack in the village,
he had the bugler sound the retreat.  Walter grabbed a short blue
dress up from the bed and tossed it to the woman lying spread-
eagled on the floor.  He grinned at William and said "I guess we
will have to continue our fun back at the fort."

William smiled back -- remembering his promise to let Wulfric see
his wife being raped by several men.  "Take Wulfric with as well."
he ordered.

Back at the fort Maggie and her husband were escorted down to the
dungeons.  William smiled at Walter.  "I think it's time you and
the guard enjoyed yourself."  Walter looked at Maggie in her short
blue dress and licked his lips.  He stepped forward and ripped the
front of the dress open baring her full breasts.  Then he gestured
to the guards and they pushed her into a cell..  Walter took down
manacles from a hook on the wall.  He snapped a pair on her wrists,
and then another pair around her ankles.  All the while he was
talking to himself.

"The little lady's going to like this.  She's going to get the
chance to show off everything.  Will the lady like that?"

He kept talking as he took from the same wall hook, a short length
of chain with a padlock hung open on its end.

"Wait until the little lady sees what I've got planned for her."

He grabbed the cuffs around Maggie's wrists and pulled her toward
the back wall of the cell.  Imbedded in the stone floor was a large
iron ring, and Walter pressed Maggie's upper body downward, until
her wrists were near the ring.  Then he looped the chain through
the wrist manacles, under the ring, through the chains on Maggie's
ankles, and fastened it with the padlock.

"Does the little lady like that?" he said.

Maggie was facing the rear wall now, bent over from the waist as if
trying to touch her toes during her morning exercises.  Her short
skirt had ridden up over her buttocks, and she wore no
undergarments, William could almost sense her embarrassment at the
view her jutting posterior gave to the men behind her.

Walter still talked. "Little lady's going to be nice to her
friends, isn't she?" and he rubbed his hand down one soft buttock.

William looked at Wulfric. "I 've enjoyed her.  Now I shall give my
men that same opportunity before she is sacrificed."

He turned to look at Maggies exposed bottom.

"An inviting target, is it not?"

Maggie was in the same position.  But the dress that had ridden up
on her buttocks, was now slung up over her hips.  Walter stood
behind her, his back toward them.  Stroking the cleft of Maggie's
buttocks.  Then his right hand drew his stainless steel .357 Magnum
revolver, with the six inch barrel, from his holster.

He pushed the barrel between the soft cheeks of her bottom.  Until
the opening of the barrel was pressed against her anus.  Then he
slowly inserted the tip of the long barrel between the lips of her
anus.  His left hand pulled her hips backward so that the long
barrel slid into her, all the way, until the hard protrusion of the
hammer mashed against the flesh of her entrance.  Maggie's screamed
at the pain of the searing penetration as the cold barrel slid into
her depths. Then he waggled the revolver back and forth watching
Maggie's body spasm with pain.

Then Walter began to move his right hand rhythmically, back and
forth between Maggie's legs, and Wulfric could see the gun he held
in his right hand.  He was giggling and still talking to himself.

"There's more for the little lady where that came from. Stay with
poppa and poppa will give the little lady all she wants."

The his left hand reached over and joined his right between
Maggie's legs working the gun in and out between the pale globes of
her buttocks.  Maggie's mouth twisted with pain as the sight on the
barrel ripped her inside and blood ran slowly down her legs.

The sight of the blood streaking her thighs seemed to arouse
Walter.  He withdrew his revolver and put it down.  He unbuckled
his trousers and let them drop to pool around his ankles.  Then he
parted the cheeks of her bum with his fingers and she felt the
crown of his huge penis press against her moist anus.

"Nooo! Get off me!" she screamed.

Walter ignored her plea and his loins jerked forward.  His penis
was so hard it felt as if it had a bone in it.  He forced it into
her in with an gigantic thrust.  He was a big, ugly and powerful
man.  He went right up inside her until she jumped with the nervous
shock of it.  She screamed again, as he leaned heavily on top of
her back.   He stayed on top of her, pushing himself into her, with
deep irregular thrusts.  His hands reached around to cup her
bountiful breasts, his thumbs moving back and forth against the
large nipples, feeling them erect.  Her large breasts heaved
against his hands each time he thrust between her quivering
buttocks.

"You bitch," he grunted "You sleazy bitch. I'm going to fuck you
until you bleed!"

She could scarcely hear him, there was a metallic ringing noise in
her ears and she was choking for air.  And all the time he was
bludgeoning her with his thighs, pushing his massive erection so
far into her that she trembled like a storm-shocked racehorse. 
Finally he convulsed spurting his hot fluid again and again into
her shaking depths; and clutching her heavy breasts until the
nipples protruded between his fingers.  Then he withdrew his
semi-flacid penis from her body and stepped back.  Her husband,
Wulfric was sobbing as he stared at her abused body.  The buttocks
and legs smeared and streaked with blood, dried semen and mess.

THE MILLER'S WIFE III

William ordered the guards to clean Maggie up and take her to the
Star Room.  Then he turned to Wulfric and said, "Your wife is going
to be paid a great honour!  Not only has she been raped by me and
my men, but now she will be taken by an Satyr."

William smiled at Wulfric's bewildered face and explained what the
Satyr was.

"The Satyr is a genetic created soldier from the War.  It resembles
the Greek god Pan in appearance, in every detail including enlarged
sexual organs.  I acquired it recently on a trip in the Badlands
and it makes an excellent recruit.  Especially since it has Esper
powers and can make people think that it is invisible.  An
admirable quality in a battle.  The downside is that it has a
voracious sexual appetite and I constantly have to supply it with
women.  They don't last very long since he literally fucks them to
death."

Wulfric was dragged to a spyhole that looked into the Star Room.

"Look, " William ordered "This is the price of not paying me for
protection. "

Wulfric saw his wife standing naked in the center of the room.  Her
eyes were glazed as if she had been drugged before being taken
there.  Her breasts were large, white globes and nippled with
palest pink.  Her waist was slim.  Her thighs were slim and
well-shaped.  Wulfric was amazed to see what appeared to be
invisible hands squeeze her breasts until the nipples rose so hard
that they jutted out aggressively, and her thighs rubbed
rhythmically together in an erotic rhythm.  Maggie kissed the air

in front of her, using her tongue and her teeth.  She opened her 
mouth wide now, and began licking at the empty air in the lewdest
and most suggestive way.  Her tongue ran down some invisible
length; then her lips stretched wide to contain something, which
she thrummed with the tip of her tongue.  After a while her mouth
went deeper, and her tongue protruded stiffly into some tight, but
unseen crevice.

Now she arched her head back, and let her hands slide down her
stomach and between her thighs.  She opened herself up with her own
fingers, just a little way at first, pinkish glistening folds;  but
then she kissed and kissed and kissed again, and with each kiss she
stretched herself wider and wider open.  Then as Wulfric watched in
fascination something extrodinary happened.  She appeared to be
penetrated by something invisible, but huge, and she was stretched
even futher to accomodate it.  She squeezed her eyes tight with
pain, and opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the most
remarkable thing was that there was nothing there -- at least
nothing that Wulfric could see.

Maggie began to buck her hips backwards and forwards, holding her
arms outwards with her hands clenched as if she were tightly
gripping the back of some furious assailant.  Her thighs were wide
apart now, and she was opened up beyond anything that Wulfric had
ever seen.  Maggie's bucking movements reached a frenzied
crescendo.  She shuddered and twisted and she was abruptly flooded
with pints of white fluid until the semen overflowed and ran down
her long legs.  Then her body dropped to the floor and she curled
up in a foetal position; her hands covered her crotch.  Wulfric
could see blood squirting from between her fingers and he realised
that she was all torn up inside.  Baron William turned to him and
said, "Take your wife and leave! I don't think she's going to be of
any futher use now.  Next time remember to pay your tax Wulfric!"

THE TRAIN

Three of Baron William's men were sitting under a tree near the
road to the ville drinking ale.  One soldier, was red-faced and in
his thirties.  His grey tunic was unbuttoned to reveal a sagging
beer paunch.  He was known as Gunther.  One was a young fair-headed
man who considered himself to be a ladiesman.  He was called Alan. 
The third man looked like a kindly old uncle.  However, he was as
queer as a three cent piece.  He did not have a name, but he was
known to the men at the fort as Ben.

They were watching a young girl carrying a bucket walking towards
them from the ville.

"How old would you say she is?" asked Gunther, undoing his top
trouser button to release a few more inches of his girth with a
loud burp.

"It's hard to say." the young man said

"Fifteen? Sixteen?  I guess not much more," added the one who
looked like an uncle.

"If that, but then I like them young." said Gunther.

"You'd split her in half," replied Alan.

They laughed and changed their positions to get a better view of
the girl.

The girl was almost upon them before she saw them.  Knowing the
reputation of the Baron's men, the minute she saw them she turned
and began to run back to the ville.

The young man, Alan, soon caught up with her.  Her feet left the
ground as his hands, tearing open the front of her dress, cupped
her breasts and lifted her, kicking, into the air.  He spun her
towards him, ignoring the look of abject terror on her face.  She
smelt the stale smell of wine on his breath as he bit her lips to
part them and then forced his tongue into her mouth.

He threw her face down onto the grass and placed his boot into the
small of her back to hold her in position while he unbuckled his
belt.

"I know her.  Her names Colleen and she's the blacksmiths
daughter.." he shouted to Gunther.  He pulled his trousers down to
his knees and then lifted his boot from her back to stand astride
Colleen. It was the second she needed.  Free from his boot she
rolled to her feet and ran for the trees.  Only to be caught by
Gunther who swung his arms around her waist and carried his prize
in truimph back to the clearing.  He claimed the victor's right to
be first.  Colleen's mumbled pleas for mercy were silenced with a
punch.  Ben and Alan pinned her arms to the ground above her head,
while Gunther hoisted her skirt around her waist, ripped the
panties from her struggling legs and spread her legs.

Unbuckling his belt, he knelt between her thighs.  Colleen caught
a glimpse of his stiff purple penis as the tip touched her moist
entrance.  Colleen's screams of terror turned to an agonizing
screech as Gunther's frantic thrust ruptured her hymen with a
searing pain.  She felt his beer paunch pressing against her tight
belly, as his fat bottom moved between her long slim legs.

Straddling her on his knees, he put his hands under her small
buttocks and lifted her so that he could plunge still deeper into
her moist depths.  As he did so she groaned and twisted in pain as
he drove towards his climax.

His comrades watching the animal thrusting of his fat buttocks
between her slim legs tossed a coin to see who would be next.  The
young man won.  Alan waited anxiously for his turn until Gunther
finaly came shooting his sperm into her vagina.

"I want you naked" he said hauling Collette to her feet.  But the
bruised girl just stood their trembling, stunned with her hands
held defensively over her breasts.

"Strip "he shouted.

She removed her clothing bit by bit until she stood naked on the
grass.  Her small breasts seemed to be all erect nipple and the
lips of her sex were dripping with her juices and Gunther's semen. 
Alan pushed her so that she fell backwards onto the grass with her
legs wide apart.

Alan knelt between her legs for a moment, naked, very close to her,
but not quite touching.  She felt him hard at her dripping
entrance.  She gasped certain he was far to large for her to
accommodate.  After a pause he swiftly thrust himself forward up
between her spread legs. Contrary to her fears he sank up her with
ease and she felt him swollen inside her.  Her legs rose and parted
still further and she cried out and then groaned as he withdrew,
only to slide forward again more slowly.  Colleen's breasts
quivered with each thrust into her small body.  Alan moved his hard
bare buttocks flashing white in the moonlight between her legs,
undulating, gathering momentum irresistably, grinding in, slamming
down on her, Colleen groaning continously now.  Their movements
faster and faster until Alan grips her bottom, grunts and rips his
body up into her, rearing up, lifting her screaming for a moment as
he erupts deep inside her filling her with his sticky goo.

The young man stood up and glanced at Ben.  He smiled.

"It's not Ben's style," Gunther laughed "she's not the right sex,
he likes young boys."

Ben pulled her body until she was kneeling on all fours, on the
grass.

"You just hold her in that position." Ben said pointing to the
kneeling girl.  Then he stood astride her and parted her small,
firm buttocks.

Ben moved against Colleen's bottom, warm flesh against warm flesh,
his hands resting on her hips.  Still she held her position, hands
on the ground, but her legs shifted slightly so that her anus was
open to Ben, who explored her roughly with his fingers before
pressing against her again, his thick shaft finding the entrance to
her body.  He was very slow, touching her with the head of his
erection before entering her anus an inch at a time, drawing a
shudder from her with each small thrust.

Ben felt her body loosen and become incredibly moist, his last
small thrust putting him in up to the base of his swollen member. 
Ben held himself still for a long minute, his hands running over
her sleek bottom and slim thighs.  Her thighs began to tremble and
as Ben moved inside of her she gasped, bracing herself for his
onslaught.  He bucked against her steadily, hearing her gasps and
moans as he gripped her hips and lifted her body against his,
feeling the surge of need building deep in his loins. Colleen cried
out once loudly, and beat one hand against the ground as Ben
finished with a series of furious thrusts finding an explosive
climax.  His thick member jerking and shuddering inside her anus. 
 Spurting thick strings of jism into her tight hole.  Then Ben
withdrew his flacid member and fell next to her exhausted from his
exertions.



Gunther lay down on his back in the grass and told her to get on
down.  She remained on her hands and knees, and crawled between his
legs, lowering her head to take his erect cock in her mouth so that
her hair fell around her face and spilled over his beer belly. 
Colleen took all of him inside her, opening her throat and relaxing
the reflexive impulses.  The tip of Gunther's penis expanded and
begun to pulse.  Her head bobbed up and down his penis sliding in
and  out her half-open lips wet, shiny with saliva and his own
precotial fluids.

Alan crawled on top of her from behind.

"Please not there again." she mumbled with her mouth full.

Alan laughed, straining and thrusting forward.  She gasped and slid
forward so that her body lay between Gunther's legs.  For a time
there was silence broken by squelching and slapping as Alan humped
up and down, thrusting between the mounds of her buttocks.  Until
he came filling her with hot sticky fluid.  Alan withdrew his
semi-flacid penis from her anus and sat back to watch her work on
Gunther.

Colleen fluttered the tip of her tongue along Gunther's upstanding
penis.  Her mouth seemed to take on a life of it's own, nibbling
upward then down, then up again.  Gunther's hands grabbed the back
of her neck pulling her mouth down his shaft as his hips heaved up
and he began to pump his thick dick-goo down her throat.

When they had finished taking their turns on her tender body.  They
got dressed and left her lying on the grass as they returned to
fort.



THE PRISONER

Baron William was down in his dungeons personally overseeing the
torture of a traitor, when word reached him that Walter had
captured an extremely beautiful woman.  He ordered the messenger to
bring Walter and the woman down.  William left the traitors cell
and entered the next room.  In the center of the room was a block
of wood, coffin-sized.  Straps attached to rings set into it hung
down almost to the concrete floor.  Walter brought the red-headed
woman into the dungeon room, she was wearing a one piece jumpsuit. 
Walter pulled down the zip in front of the jumpsuit.  As it opened
first her breasts were revealed, full yet firm, hanging free, then
her taut stomach and the softly swelling roundness of her lower
belly, the titan triangle of hair at her thighs sharpedly etched
against the whiteness of her skin.  William stepped forward and
rubbed her breasts so that her nipples stood out hard and
quivering.  He spread her legs, rubbed her there. The red-head
began to pant.  His fingers came away wet.

"Tie her down." William ordered.

Walter turned her and shoved her face down toward the block, then
pulled her forward along it so that her breasts were squashed under
her weight against the rusty wood, her wrists thrust forward and
shackled by the straps, her pelvis jammed down just above the end
of the table, on the lip, so that her legs dangled over the side. 
Or at least would have dangled if she were not struggling.

She succeeded in kicking a guard who was trying to grab her legs to
tie them down.  William gestured angrily at the rear straps and the
two guards sprang forward from the front and and controlled her,
yanking her legs apart so that her buttocks involuntarily arched,
rising into the air, exsposing the cleft between the legs.  The
guards finished strapping her into position.

William was standing looking at the rear of the girl, her buttocks
were pale globes in the harsh light.  William reached out and
stroked one of the smooth white globes of her buttocks.  He dropped
his pants.  They puddled around his ankles. He rummaged again
between her spread thighs, annointing his phallus with her juices.

"Which should it be anal or vaginal passage.  Back or front."

He placed the tip of his erect penis against the broad full cheeks,
and began to push it into the dark cleft between her buttocks,
tipping it upward as he did so.  Then he rammed his cock hard into
the girls rear, ramming himself into her anus.

The woman cried out at the first burning penetration, heard
William's heavy grunt, felt the great weight of him upon her
shoulders and buttocks, thrusting into her again and again like the
tide.  She cried out again as he moved on her flesh.  From his
vantage point Walter could see the reddened member sliding in and
out.  The gruntings and pantings making him grow hard in his pants.

The red-head's arms were flung out over her head, her fingers
clutching convulsively at the block.  As William's penis thrust
between the sweaty cheeks of her bottom.  All at once she gave a
cry and her thighs drew up convulsively and she shuddered
powerfully.

William withdrew, his reddened member flicked upward at every pulse
spattering her bottom with semen, the white fluid running into the
dark crevice between her buttocks.

William pulled his pants up and buckled his belt.

"Unstrap her!" he ordered the guards.  Turning to Walter he said,
"Ask the Satyr to come here!"

A few minutes later the tall figure of the Satyr ducked under the
doorway and staightened up to it's full eight feet. The creature
was huge, with purplish brown skin.  It's face was pointed with
glowing eyes, a tangled beard and two horns rose from the top of
its head.  It's thighs were covered with fur, and out between them
jutted a huge red phallus, below which dangled two testicles as
huge as oranges.  It's eyes drank in the sight of the pale,
quivering body of the red-headed woman on top of the dark block. 
A ladder of drool hung from it's fleshy lips.

"Go on!" William whispered, "Get it over with.  We going on a raid
in an hour."

The creature's hard, calloused fingers descended to her heaving
chest, touching the shaking flesh of her breasts.  All of a sudden
it grabbed fistfulls of her breasts and lifted her into the air. 
Holding her breasts together it's spittle-coated lips ran over her
cleavage, it's knee pushing between her legs, rubbing against her
crotch.  Then the creature pressed her back on top of the block.

It's hot, snaking tongue the size of most men's penises wriggled
between her lips, thrusting down her throat, licking her tonsils. 
She gasped for breath like a fish out of water when it's tongue
finally left her throat.

The creature then proceeded to gnaw on her protruding nipples.

She didn't see it's rampant erection, but the sensation as it
stretched her folds was of straddling a telephone pole.  Luckily,
her natural juices were profilic enough to adequately grease the
invasion.  She experienced a shattering orgasm at the tension of
her hyperextended fanny-stretch.

The creature felt her sex like a furnace around it's huge phallus,
as it sank deep into her slick tight depths.  It rammed against her
belly, burying itself to the hilt; they both groaned at the
sensation.  Her upper torso twisted as she struggled to escape,
causing her lush breasts to rub back and forth across it's hairy
chest.  In spite of herself she moaned with the intense stimulation
to her swollen nipples.  It was riding high within her.  Sweat and
drool dripped down from the creature onto her body, running down
between her breasts and pooling in her navel.

As it thrust into her shuddering depths the creature reached
underneath her with one hand first cupping a buttock, then it
pushed one long forefinger through the moist crease of her
buttocks.  Futher and futher, searching until it found the entrance
to her anus.  Nearby the pull and suction: friction building to
unbearable heights.

"Ooaah!" she gasped as she felt it's probing finger, slick with
their mingled juices, at the opening of her anus and lost all
control of her body.  The creature found it and went slowly in
impaling her from the back with it's thick finger at the same time
as it impaled her from the front with it's massive phallus.  The
creature felt her voluptuous body give a warning shiver.  And then
there was no stopping the convulsing of her sweat flecked body.

The creature continued to pound her body for a quarter of an hour
before it inudated her depths, filling her with hot, thick,
dick-goo that spilled out and ran down her thighs.

THE SETTLEMENT

Baron William and his men attacked a nearby settlement which
refused to swear fealty to him.  They rode in slaughtering the men
and woman standing in the streets.  Once the resistance to the
attack was broken, the Baron ordered a house to house search. 
Grasping his revolver tight in his hand Gunther kicked open the
door of a small cottage.  He caught a girl, dressed in a robe, in
mid stride as she ran for the door.  He got his right arm around
her just as she was starting to turn away, slamming the door shut
with the back of his boot.  She's a beauty he thought as he used
his ample torso to jam her struggling body against a wall, his
right hand coming up to clamp over her mouth.  He didn't want her
screaming and attracting the attention of his fellow raiders.  He
wanted to enjoy this woman before the Baron turned her over to the
mutant Satyr.  He could feel her squirming against his fat stomach,
and he turned her so that she faced him.  He started to breath
faster when he realised that her robe had pulled open.  He slid the
barrel of his revolver up against the girls neck brushing aside her
long black hair.

"Listen to me good, honey," he said "be nice to me and you won't
get hurt!"

Adjusting his body carefully to prevent her from bringing up a
knee, Gunther leaned his weight against the trembling, deliciously
firm body, and slowly removed his hand from her mouth.

"What's your name?" he whispered.

"Sharon!" she answered, then tried to twist loose, to escape from
the obscenely fat, sweaty stomach, but the weight was too much, and
the rough mouth of the revolver barrel dug menacingly into her
throat.

"Please....don't hurt me !" she gasped between deep shuddering
breaths, her eyes wide open with fear..

Gunther smiled crookedly and slid his right hand down across the
exposed warm breast, laughing softly as she cringed and tried to
turn away.

"Depends on what you mean by hurt, Sharon!" he whispered.

He rubbed the palm of his hand against the hardening nipple,
ignorantly mistaking the bodily response to fear for one of sexual
attraction.

"I've come here to dip my wick."  Gunther continued, grinding
himself slowly against the girl.

"Please no!" Sharon wheezed trying to breathe against the
unyielding weight pressing insistently against her chest and
diaphragm.

"I'm afraid I can't oblige you, lady."

He pressed the revolver barrel tight under her jaw and moved his
hand downward from her breast, feeling his hardening penis respond
to her groaning protest.

"No don't," Sharon moaned, shaking her head, straining
ineffectively against the rough fingers that were pulling at the
waistband of her tight panties.

Gunther started to move back to give himself a little leverage and
looked down at her semi-nude body.  The rising curve of a soft
white breast, with its large circular pink nipple, was fully
exposed.  His head dipped down, his tongue seeking her nipple.

Sharon's nipple had grown to a point, and his mouth covered it, as
his free hand continued to push down the elastic top of her bikini
panties.  She was breathing in gasps now, when she felt his fingers
reach her pubic hair.  His fingers danced, probed, burrowed
insistently between her legs.  Then he suddenly thrust his fingers
into her vagina, and as her body jerked in pain, his body jerked in
ecstasy.  Then he ripped her panties completely down and they
puddled around her ankles like a flag of surrender.

Lifting Sharon's struggling body in his arms he carried her to a
nearby table.  When he reached the table he put her face up across
it, her buttocks on the edge, her legs trailing down to the floor. 
He gripped her slim legs and drew them wider apart.   He gazed,
grinning, at her splayed, wetly glistening crotch.  Laughing
Gunther lunged.  Sharon sucked in her breath, eyes wide and mouth
open, shuddering from the painful force of his stabbing
penetration.  He struck just as she was wriggling to free herself,
his searing penetration catching her while she was still partially
lying on her side.   She clawed the rough wood of the table.  Lord,
he was filling her with his hugeness!  And to ease the pain of his
entry, she turned, pivoting on his massive erection draping her
legs over his hips while he remained with his feet on the floor,
leaning into her.  He tunneled deeply, furiously, taking her
savagely.  He buried his face between the mounds of her breasts and
then his lips moved from one erect, swollen nipple to the other,
back and forth laving them furiously as his hips moved faster and
harder at her.

The table was rock-hard, and each powerful thrust of his hips sent
sharp jolts of intense pain through her body.  Her mouth worked
frantically as he thrust urgently, pounding her buttocks
rhythmically against the wood of the table.  He slammed down hard
into her, pounding and driving her bottom into the hard table
beneath them.  With each thrust her breasts heaved violently and
trembled to his surging assaults.  Finally, Gunther began a low
grunting his lips opening, his body quivering while he drove into
her with increasing frenzy.  He passed the point of no return,
expelling deep into her womb a hot river of ejaculation.  Sharon
felt his warm eruption spewing far up inside her spasming belly.


THE SETTLEMENT II

While Gunther broke into the cottage.  Ben and Alan followed the
Baron's henchman, Walter into the house next door to it.  The three
men pushed their way into the living room.  Walter was swinging a
long-handled axe; the others were armed with guns.  Susan screeched
at them "Get out! What do you want? Get out!" and gathered her
daughter and sister close to her.  But the men took no notice and
strutted into the room.  Walter came up and regarded them with
lustful eyes.  His eyes focused on Susan's daughter.  Lisa
resembled her mother except that her hair reached halfway down her
back, she wore a white blouse and jeans.  Walter beckoned to Alan
and pointed to Lisa.  Susan screamed "No!" but Ben stepped forward
and pressed his gun's barrel roughly against her head.  She froze
realising that these men would kill them all if they resisted. 
Alan walked forward towards Lisa, twisted her arm behind her back
and held her still for Walter.  Lisa began to sob from fear.

Walter ran his hands through her long hair.  She tried to twist her
head away but he savagely gripped her hair and tugged it upward, so
that he lifted her feet off the floor.  Lisa shrieked and thrashed
her legs as her small body hung in the air from her hair.

"She's only thirteen!" Susan screamed.  "Leave her alone, she's
only thirteen!"  Ben punched her in the stomach with his fist,
stopping her screams.  He pointed his gun at her sister, Vicky, to
prevent her from using this opportunity to escape.  Lifting the axe
Walter used the blade to cut through Lisa's hair in three crunching
slices.

Lisa moaned, staggered and almost fell as she dropped back to the
floor.  But the man holding her arm behind her back hoisted her to
her feet again.

Now Walter slid his right hand into the front of Lisa's blouse.  He
cupped Lisa's, breasts for a moment, his chest rising and falling
heavily.  Then he lifted the axe blade again, sticky with blood and
hair, and used it to slice the blouse open from neckline to hem. 
The two halves dropped away from her body.  Walter liked what he 
saw.  She was very small, but she was damned nicely put together. 
Her belly was flat and her breasts firm if somewhat on the small
side, with very pale, very small nipples.  With her shorn hair she
looked very boyish.

"You've got almost no breasts," he said "how are you going to warm
a man's bed.  You look like a boy, so I'm going to fuck you like
one!"

"Nooo!" screamed her mother.  But Walter wasn't listening.

Walter motioned for Alan to release her and then he grabbed her,
spinning her small body around.

"Put your hands up on the wall!  Spread your legs! Now!  Quick!"

Terrified Lisa does as Walter tells her.

Walter seizes her jeans and pulls them down.  Her panties come down
with them.  She jerks as the cold air strikes her white virginal
buttocks.

"Steady," Walter pants. "Don't move!"

Susan saw Walter take off his pants and move behind her daughter's
small body brandishing his thick, throbbing penis in his fist as if
he were holding a cudgel.

Lisa feels something heavy and hot press itself against her bottom. 
She jerks again.

"Steady!" Walter orders.  He is panting harder now, she feels hot
blurts of breath on her left shoulder.  The heavy penis jabs into
her bottom, thrusting her buttocks apart.  A horrible, tearing pain
lances upward from her vitals.  Walter holds her mouth closed
gagging her cries.

As Walter butt-fucks the girl, Ben and Alan drag Susan And Vicky
out the living room and into the kitchen.

"Steady," Walter pants, and now his hands descend on her shoulders,
and he is rocking back and forth, in and out, back and forth, in
and out.

"Steady...steaady...oooh!  Steaaaaaadddyyy..."

Gasping and rocking Walter pounds what feels like a huge hot bar of
steel in and out her bum.  "Steadyeeeee!" Walter whisper-screams as
he thrusts even futher forward.  And for on agonized second the
pain becomes so bad she is sure her belly will explode, that the
huge phallus Walter has stuck up her bottom will tear her apart. 
Lisa's slender body squirms against the wall, each time he thrusts
his massive erection into the crevice between her buttocks.  Walter
flexes his muscles and straightens up, lifting her feet off the
ground.  And she dangles there impaled, suspended in the air on his
huge shaft.  He has her body pressed against the wall and each time
his bull-like thrusts lift her off the ground so that she climbs up
the wall.

Lisa feels his balls against her buttocks tighten as his buried
erection begins to tremble and spurt hotly.  She can feel him
gushing hotly inside her.  Then he collapses against her in a smear
of rancid sweat, panting harshly, and she slips to her knees under
his weight.  As she does, the massive penis -- no longer quite so
massive --pulls out of her, and she can feel wetness all over her
bottom.


Ben and Alan held guns aimed at Susan and her sister, Vicky.

"What do you want?" Susan stammered.

"What I want is to shove seven inches of stiff intellectual pecker
right down your gorgeous throat." said Alan.

Susan's face grew rigid.

"Get undressed ladies..." Ben ordered "or Walter next door will not
just rape the little girl, but cut her sweet little head off as
well."

"If I do what you want will you let my daughter go?" asked Susan.

"Yup!  Now strip before I get mad!" answered Ben.

Susan and Vicky got undressed.  Ben shouted, "You come here, Mommy,
and stand in front of the fancy sink.  Thats right.  Facing the
window.  Now, spread them.  Thats right, spread those long legs. 
You hear me!  I want to see your ass!"

Chilly with fear, Susan stood by the sink, gripping the draining
board, and staring, sightlessly out of the window.  Ben hurriedly
undressed, grasped the cheeks of her bottom and fondled them with
hard, searching fingers.

"Lets make this memorable!"

He turned around and pulled open a kitchen cupboard.

"Oil!  Thats what I want! Oil!" raged Ben "Good lubricating oil!"

He found some cooking oil and poured some onto his hands then used
them to rub it over his thick penis.  Ben turned to Vicky.

"Come here, join this little erotic stunt!"

Seizing Vicky's wrist he made her crouch down on the floor in front
of the sink, right between Susan's wide-apart thighs. 

"Now, you 're sisters aren't you?" breathed Ben.

"You should get on well.  You can start giving her a tongue job
sweetie, while I start doing what I want to do."

The first lick of her sister's tongue on Susan's bare clitoris came
almost as a shock.  Then Vicky licked again and again.  Susan
looked down and there was Vicky's fair head moving rhythmically
between her parted thighs, her tongue lapping at the flesh of
Susan's vulva, pink tongue between pink lips.

"Come on.  Lets see some enthusiasm down there.  Lets see you get
your mouth around it!" Ben shouted.

Vicky began to weep silently, but as she wept she did what she was
told and thrust her tongue deeper between her sister's thighs.

Susan felt Ben's massive shaft spread the lobes of her buttocks as
he pushed the head of his phallus up against her anus.  Ben grunted
as his thick penis forced it's way up inside her.  She felt the
prickly curls of his pubic hair up against the bare cheeks of her
bottom, as his thick engorged organ filled her up inside.  Her
scream at the pain of this penetration was as loud as the silent
scream she had given inside, when she had seen Walter plunge his
ugly thick penis into her daughter's child-like body.  Ben thrust
into her anus relentlessly, hurting her with every thrust.

Every thrust drove her hips forward against her sister's working
mouth.  Vicky was sucking at Susan's swollen clitoris, sometimes
taking Susan's entire vulva into her hot, avid wide mouth.  Ben's
hands reached around Susan to grab her soft, big breasts, resting
his cheek against her back and thrusting and thrusting right up
inside her deep, quivering, wet channel.  Then he came shooting his
hot come into her shivering depths, filling her like clotted cream.
Alan was smiling watching the erotic tableau of the three straining
figures.  When Ben finally came shooting his load into Susan, he
stepped forward.  He pushed Susan to one side and looked down at
the kneeling form of her sister.

"Get up!" he ordered.  Vicky hurried to obey standing naked in
front of him.  Alan did not even bother undressing.  He merely
opened his zipper and took out his tumescent penis. He looked at
Vicky and grinned.

"It looks as if everyone is ass crazy today.  First the kid, then
her Mommy got butt-fucked.  Well I see no reason to change the
family tradition.  That's a beautiful ass.  Bend over."

Vicky looked around for something to lean against.  In front of her
was the kitchen table.

"Come on bend over."

Vicky hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward, propping herself
up by her hands.  Alan moved in back of her and Vicky felt his
fingers spread her cheeks.  An instant later she felt the tip of
his penis pressing against her anus.

"Wait !" Vicky said "Not there! I -- I can't ..."

His hairy arms came under her arms, his large palms covering her
breasts.  She could feel him like the barrel of a pistol pressing
against her soft buttocks.

"Scream for me baby!" and he plunged his organ deep inside her,
ripping her with terrible pain.  With each scream, he thrust deeper
and harder.  She tried frantically to get away but he was grabbing
her hips, shoving himself in and out, holding her fast.  She was
off balance now. As Vicky squirmed in burning agony, her hands
pounding the table, Alan laughed.  Vicky cried out in pain. 
Suddenly she felt a series of quick shudders and a moment later the
thick pulsing penis inside her exploded spurting bursts of hot
juice into her rear.  Then his penis was withdrawn.  Vicky stayed
still her eyes shut shut, fighting the pain.  When she was finaly
able to straighten up and turn around.

Alan had put his meat back into his pants and was zipping up his
fly.

THE SETTLEMENT III

It took Baron William a full hour to get his men under control
again.  Walter returned from the house search with Gunther, Alan
and Ben.  Judging by the satisfied looks on their faces they had
already sampled the local women.  William intended to follow suit
once he had made a deal with the Mayor of this ville.  Eventually
a small group of townsman were herded over to him.  William exacted
a promise of yearly tribute from them.  He also demanded a young
girl from the village to pay the Satyr, who had single handedly
killed almost all the men in the ville.  The villager's sent them
a young girl called Michelle.  William was in a villager's kitchen
when she arrived.

Michele was slim and dark, with a packed, tight little body that
swayed seductively with each step.  She wore a little pink negligee
that was deliciously transparent.  There was a dark hint of pubic 
hair -- a provocative triangle -- behind the pink cloud.  She wore
no panties.  Michelle had creamy thighs, slim legs.  Her areoles
were immense dark coins, they looked so delecatable he had to lick
his lips.  William's penis grew hard as he gazed at her magnificent
body.

When she saw him she shuddered, the motion jiggling her small
breasts.  He pulled her towards him, his tongue slipping into her
mouth with a passionate probe.  Her small breasts rubbed against
his chest as she opened his shirt.  She moaned as he pushed his
erection against her moistening crotch.  He crushed the young girl
against him.  Her little negligee had hiked up to her waist and her
wiry bush rubbed against his rigid staff.  She wrapped her legs
around him.  Lifting her, he backed the girl against the kitchen
table.

William laid the upper part of her slender body on the table, then
he pushed her smooth legs apart.  Her beautiful womanhood gaped
before him, her gaping fully receptive lips glistening with a sexy
glaze.  William pushed his thick phallus into her tight, warm hole,
stroking slowly in her snug vagina.  She mumbled something as he
thrust harder, until he pushed his massive member completely inside
her.  Her firm breasts shimmied back and forth as he drove into
her.

She was slick and tight. Her thighs squeezed his hips as she rose
to meet him with her own powerful strokes.   The raw alluring smell
of sex filled his nostrils.  His balls tightened, and his hips
began to jerk.  Suddenly a mighty load of jism poured out of him. 
Michele twitched and quivered -- gripping him in her velvet depths
-- a lusty vice.  His shaft pulsated rhythmically as his climax
continued its eruption.  The young girl gasped as her own juices
gushed out.  She trembled and whimpered.  Her pink negligee had
been pushed all the way up to bare her breasts.

William pulled up his pants.  Then he picked up her slender body in
his arms and carried her through to the bedroom.  Where he placed
her on the bed.  She lay on the bed looking lovely in the pink
transparent negligee.  Her nipples showed through the nylon like
dark coins on top of two white ice-cream sundaes.  William turned
and seemed to speak to thin air.

"Here is the prize you were promised.  I'm sure that you're going
to enjoy her Satyr."

Michelle thought that he had gone mad, when her eyes caught sight
of the shape.  The creature in front of her was tall, at least
eight feet tall.  Its head almost touched the ceiling.  It was
broad-shouldered, and she could see that it was muscular and lean,
with skin a purplish-brown colour.  It's face was pointed, with
slitted eyes that were glowing with lust, a tangled beard and two
horns slanted back from the top of its head.  Its thighs were thick
with fur, and out from between them reared a huge reddened phallus
below  which hung two purple testicles as big as oranges.

The creature stank.  It stank of sweat, greasy fur and sex. 
Michelle clutched at the sheets and screamed.  But the scream did
not want to come out of her mouth.  It felt as if she had lost all
her breath.  The creature approached her bed and she kept on
screaming although no sound was coming.  It sat down on the edge of
the bed.  It's eyes roving over Michelle in her revealing pink
negligee.

"Don't kill me," she begged. The creature reached out its hand and
touched her cheek.  The skin on its fingers felt as hard and shiny
as the skin on the paws of a dog.  The fingers slid into the
neckline of her nightie then ripped it off her body, leaving it
naked, in one quick motion.

The creature took hold of her just behind the knees, gripping her
with bruising strength, and spreading her legs so wide apart that
she heard the ligaments crack. The creature bent forward and probed
her crotch with it's tongue until it encountered her vulva.  She
felt it's teeth teasing her clitoris.  The creature's rough tongue
tunneled deep into her vagina, abrading the delicate tissues.  Then
it licked and sucked the entire length of her sensitive furrow
until the lips of her sex were dripping with her juices.

Then it reared up over her, heavy and huge and gazed carnally at
her splayed, wetly glistening crotch with a face so contorted with
lust that she found herself unable to speak, unable to cry out,
unable to do anything but lie on the bed and shiver.

Michelle stared down at herself in freezing disbelief as the
creature's massive member slid into her, right up to the shaggy fur
which clung to the lower part of its protuberant stomach.  She
closed her eyes.  It was pain, solid pain, wall-to-wall agony, but
it was something else.  Deep down underneath the pain there was a
dark-running rivulet of pleasure; a rivulet that trickled from the
nerves which were feeling the size and the power of the creature's
penis, up her spinal column to the deepest recesses of Michelle's
mind.

The creature began to thrust in and out of her, slowly at first,
but then faster and faster, and even more brutally, like a mindless
mechanical piston.  Her breasts trembled to the creature's surging
assaults, her internal muscles trembling and stretching tautly as
the creature pounded fully into her, moisture flowing out and
around it's thick shaft.  While her body pistoned back
involuntarily to match the creature's ramming strokes.  It pressed
back and forth between her spread legs, thrusting hard, pushing her
against the headboard of the bed.

The creature let out a gutteral, indistinct shout.  It's lips
peeled back from it's teeth as it's massive phallus drove faster in
and out her moist sheath.  The it pulled out of her till her cunt
only sucked at the head of it's cock -- so slicked it might slip
from her -- then it's huge length impaled her for the final time. 
 The creature spurted violently into her, it's semen spewing far up
inside her spasming belly.  It held itself rigidly still for a
moment, pumping great torrents of semen deep inside her.  Until
it's semen overflowed and ran in wet trails down her thighs.

Michelle was a hairsbreadth away from a climax her eyes tight shut,
her face clenched, her chest flushed.  Her nipples protruded, and
the muscles in her pelvis were tightly bunched in readiness for her
final release.  Then her slender body began to jerk on the
creature's thick staff.  Her slick honey-pot flowed with womans
juices and she moaned loudly.

THE TRIBUTE

The ville had sent their annual tribute of a woman to Baron
William.

Or girl would be the better description, of Nancy.  William took
her to his chambers. He drew her to him and then down onto the bed. 
William could feel his erection growing inside his jeans.  They
stretched out on the bed.  Her curious fingers found the bulge at
his groin and traveled its length.  She made a whimpering sound in
her throat.  William held her gently sensing that she was wet with
anticipation as she traced the covered column of his thickening
flesh.  Then her hand slid to his waistband.  She unzipped his fly,
tugging his jeans down.  He arched his hips and she used both hands
to grasp his erection.  She licked her lips.  William rubbed a hand
over her buttocks.  "Your panties," he murmured.

"In a minute!" She bent over him.  As her head lowered, her eyes

closed and her full-lipped mouth opened, her pink tongue fluting
out to lick his shaft.  She seemed to taste him, to see if she
liked it, then she fitted her mouth over the silky crown.  William
gasped and watched, his eyes flaring when her tongue went into
action.  His hips began to move slowly but she stopped and lifted
her head.  She smiled.  Sitting up on her heels, she eased her
panties down.  Her pudenda was plump, the lips accented by a long
thin line of velvety curls.   

Nancy crawled lengthwise alongside of him.  William's hand dropped
into the hollow of her loins, his fingers exploring the lightly
haired pad of her mound, then moving lower into tight slippery
heat.  She moaned her inner muscles working in a rhythmic,
squeezing pulse around his finger.

William moved over her as her thighs splayed wide, her crotch
glistening wetly.  He pressed his shaft in slowly, gently and felt
her cunt stretching to accept him.  He slid deeply into her,
against increasing internal resistance.  Her slim body trembled. 
She breathed quickly through her mouth.  William glanced down at
their merging loins, surprised that she was managing to take him
all in.  She was so small and slender, yet she was enveloping his
entire length and girth.

Her breathing was ragged, open-mouthed, her eyes fluttering as his
pubic bone nudged against her mound, his erection sunk into her to
its hilt.  He withdrew slowly, his shaft moist with her secretions,
then plunged back inside her again and again his tempo quickening. 
Nancy shuddered and moaned.  William began a steady pumping into
her tight, hot depths.  She was gasping, whining, moving her hips
in concert now, clenching her inner muscles.  Her thighs pressed
against William's legs, her ankles snaking over and locking around
his calves as William plunged into her.

He could feel himself growing and expanding till he felt he was
going to explode from the pleasure and he could tell Nancy was
nearing completion as she gripped him in the vise of her legs and
worked more urgently beneath him.  Her groans choked off as she
pushed her belly up at him, shuddering convulsively in orgasm.   
William slowed his grinding thrusts trying to savour the last
delights.  And then his mouth opened wide and he could no longer
control only yield, and he erupted inside her.  He collapsed
limply, and she lay still, pressed firmly against him.

After Nancy had satisfied him, she got up and slipped on a long
shirt of his which lay on the floor.  The she came back to the bed
and lay down beside him.  William woke later that night to the
sound of a knock on his door.  He sat up in bed and looked at Nancy
sleeping next to him in a mans shirt.  Then he rose up and dressed. 
He crossed the room and opened the door.  He gave a start as he saw
the figure of the mutant Satyr.

"You scared me for a moment!" he laughed.  "Don't worry I know our
deal, she's yours." He stepped to one side and allowed the massive
figure to duck in the room, then he left closing the door behind
him.

Nancy woke as the creature clawed for her in the dark and she felt
fingers lacerate her thigh. She tried to twist over, out of the
way, but two powerful hands gripped her wrists, and forced her on
to her back.  She felt a sharp knee, forcing itself between her
thighs; then one of the hands that was gripping her wrists adjusted
itself, so that her upper arm was pinned against the bed by an
elbow, and the hand snatched an agonising handful of hair.  She
screamed.

Her shirt was pulled open at the front, spilling out her small, 
well-rounded breasts.  Then she felt a heavy, cold, bristly body
lying on top of hers; a body like a dead pig.  She tried to scream
again, but she didn't seem to have the breath for it, and when she
looked up into the darkness she could see those two dimly glowing
eyes.

"Don't", she begged, in a strangled whisper..  "Don't !"

The creature on top of her dragged at her hair even harder its eyes
remorseless wanting nothing at all but to relieve the urgency of
its lust inside her.

"Oh no," she whimpered, as the creatures calloused hands began to
twist her breasts.  She tried one last furious struggle throwing
herself from side to side, tossing her body back and forth.  Her
young buttocks quivered and jerked as she struggled.  But the
creature was far to heavy, and far too strong.  It loomed over her,
chilly and rank, its eyes hovering only inches away from her face,
its hairy chest flattening her breasts.

Now the creature was leaning forward,and she could feel its tangled
beard scratching against her neck and cheek.  She could feel the
crown of it's enormous penis pushing against her vulva, as if
somebody was forcing a clenched fist up between her legs.

"Please, it's too big," she wept.  "Please, you're going to kill
me."

She felt pain so intense that she thought that her pelvis had
broken apart.  Her head jerked upward and the sensation of the
swollen head of it's thick shaft plunging down her slick channel
made her spine arch involuntarily.  She seemed to swallow the whole
of it's giant penis up inside her small belly as she arched her
back.  Nancy's eyes opened wide, pupils dilated and her mouth
twisted.  She was hurt too badly to do anything but shudder and
gasp, and she had to cling onto the creature's shoulders to prevent
it from thrusting itself too far inside her.  There was nothing she
could do to save herself, she was powerless.  All she could do was
hold on tight to the very creature that was hurting her so much,
and keep her legs stretched as wide apart as she possibly could,
and pray.

Nancy's slender body rocked back and forth on the creature's thick
rod.  Her breasts shaking violently with each thrust of it's heavy
body between her slim thighs, it's huge organ moving deep inside
her moist depths.  The creature ground it's enormous penis, swollen
with blood, into her waiting body.  Nancy's mouth worked
frantically as the creature slammed down hard into her, pounding
and grinding her buttocks into the bed.  The creatures bulk was
forcing her thighs even wider apart, as it's penis swollen to
enormous tumescence sank home again and again into her wetness.

From the cries the creature was making as it stabbed it's bursting
penis into her small delicious body, she knew that her ordeal was
almost over.  But that didn't stop her naked body from twisting and
arching with pain as the creature pumped it's jutting erection into
the sensitive crevice between her slim thighs.  The creature
suddenly cried out and roared and she felt it's muscles bunch and
wriggle.  It cried out again and again as it filled her with a
spurting liquid flood.  Then it immediately drew itself out of her,
with a noise that she would never forget, liquid and viscous. 
Nancy slid her hands down and touched herself between her legs. 
She was wet and very sore.  She opened her eyes and saw the
creature's massive dangling penis becoming erect again.

The creature's penis stiffened once again in it's furry sheath.  It
reached out for Nancy and she rolled over onto her stomach, kicking
at it with her heels.  With a muted mewling sound, Nancy tried to
wriggle forward on her elbows across the bed.  But the creature
seized her thighs in it's massive hands and dragged her back
towards it's massive erection.

Forcefully, it parted the cheeks of her bottom with it's calloused
fingers, as if it were opening up twin pale-coloured halves of a
large fruit.  Inside the fruit, Nancy's flesh was glistening and
pink, and her sexual pungency aroused the creature even more.

It wrestled with her, bucking and jabbing at her with it's penis. 
Twice it struck her thigh leaving wet smears, and twice she managed
to twist herself away.  Then it clambered on top of her kneeling
body.  Sickened she felt the creature mount her from behind, felt
it's tangled beard push down on the nape of her neck, felt the
bristly penis ram between her buttocks.  The cords of her thighs
stood out and her body shook from the nervous shock of it's entry,
that felt as if she were being disembowled.  She felt the swollen
head of it's massive erection plunging all the way up her anus with
unstoppable force.  The creature's hardened penis was inside her,
deep and urgent and swollen with lust.

She screamed at the pain, screamed until she tasted bile and vomit
in her throat and tears streamed from her eyes and ran into her
nose and mouth and mingled with taste of the creature's
drool....The creature leant forward over her hunched form and
thrust into her again and again, it's calloused hands slipping
around her body to grasp her breasts.

Her thighs were stretched as wide apart as she could to lessen the
pain as the creature entered her from the rear again and again. 
The creature pushed itself into her, gripping the soft flesh of her
hips now, until it could push no deeper.

Faster and faster, it's penis swollen to an impossible size
penetrated her.  Her head throbbed from the pain.  By this time the
creature's furry thighs were annointed with Nancy's slippery
juices.   With a final thrust the creature spent its semen in
her...she could feel the hot fluid spurting, the shaft of it's
enormous penis sandpapering her canal, the seed bursting up her
like a ball of fire.  She was abruptly flooded with pints of
viscous white fluid, so much of it that it coursed down her thighs. 
The pain in her lower regions became so intense that she slumped to
the bed unconscious.  The Satyr withdrew it's penis that was
begining to rise and fill yet again.  It's sexual appetite
unfulfilled the Satyr rose and left the room.  It found an exit
from the the Fort and stalked out into the night in search of prey.

From its position in the shadows the Satyr watched a young girl,
with straight brown hair that fell almost to her waist.  The wind
pasted her white cotton dress to her hips and thighs and fluttered
the hem above her pretty knees.  She walked to a cottage that lay
on the outskirts of Baron William's ville.  She walked up to the
door, opened it and walked in.  The Satyr waited to check if anyone
was watching then left the shadows.  The door was solid, but it was
poor protection against a mutant of his size.  The Satyr only
needed to ram his massive shoulder against the door once, hard. 
The door exploded inward, and fell to the floor.  The creature
leapt inside and knocked the woman to the floor.  She lay on her
back, the skirt up around her thighs.  She had lovely legs.  It 
dropped to one knee.  Her long hair spread out around her head like
a fan.  She was quite pretty.  The creature grabbed the front of 
her dress and tore the garment open.  Buttons popped.  She was
paralysed by terror.  She did not resist him; she could not.  The
Satyr ripped the dress all the way down the front and flung it
open.  She was revealed in bra and panties and pantyhose, a slim
pretty body.  It clutched the cups of her bra and jerked them down. 
The straps bit into her skin and then broke, fabric tore.  Elastic
snapped.

Her breasts were large for her size and bone structure, round and
full, with very dark, pebbly nipples.  The creature squeezed them
roughly.  It pulled off her shoes, first the right then the left
and threw them aside.  One struck a mirror and broke it.  The sound
of shattering glass roused the woman from her catatonic trance, and
she tried to pull away from the creature.  It held  her without
difficulty, slapped her twice with such force that her mouth sagged
open and her eyes swam.  A fine thread of blood ran from the corner
of her mouth.  The woman was crying, tossing her head from side to
side.

"No, no, no! Oh, God!"

It slapped her again and again.  Each act of violence seemed to
excite it.  The creature was aroused by the sharp sound of each
blow, by her gasps of pain and by the way her tender flesh reddened
and swelled.  The sight of her pain-contorted face and scared eyes
stoked it's lust to a white hot flame.

It was shaking with need, trembling.  It was breathing like a bull. 
It's eyes were wide, glowing with lust.  It's mouth was watering
excessively, so that it had to swallow every few second to avoid
drooling on her. The creature mauled her lovely breasts, squeezed
them and stroked them, roughed them up with its massive, calloused
hands.  She had slipt back into that semi-trance, motionless and
rigid.  It leant over her, looking down at her breasts and at the
dark pubic bush that was visible through her pale yellow panties,
it's erection grew so hard that it hurt.  The creature clawed at
her pantyhose, shredding the nylon as it pulled it down her slim
legs.  The Satyr gripped her thighs in it's large hands and forced
them apart, and it moved around clumsily on the floor until it ws
kneeling between her legs.

She snapped out of the trance again.  Suddenly bucking, thrashing,
she tried to rise, but it shoved her back with ease.  Then the
creature fell full-length upon her, crushing her with it's big,
strong body.  It got one arm across her throat and pressed down
choking her.  She writhed under it's superior weight and strength. 
She tried to arch her back and roll to one side and when she failed
to throw it off, she was shaken by involuntary muscular spasms as
her body reacted to the interruption in her air supply.  At last
she went limp in defeat.  The Satyr lifted it's arm from her
bruised throat.  It raised up on it's knees, taking it's weight off
her.   She put her hands to her neck.  She coughed and gagged
uncontrolably.  Her eyes locked in terror  on it's erection, the
sight of it scared her.  The steeliness of it, the size of it.  The
angry colour.  She was docile now to frightened to resist.

The creature ripped off her pale yellow panties and positioned
itself between her slim legs.  Saliva drooled out of it's fleshy
mouth.  Dripped on her breasts.  It parted her thick pubic hair and
opened the lips of her vagina with one hand and, with the other it
guided it's hard phallus until the swollen tip was at her wet
entrance.  It thrust into her.  It thrust it's huge penis all the
way into her.  Growling like the animal it resembled, it stabbed
her with it's demonic penis.  The creature stabbed and stabbed her,
until it's semen flowered within her.  Milky fluid, flowering from
it deep inside of her.  Hot sperm spurting, spurting into her.

The creature did not go soft.  It's penis never left her vagina. 
It was growing again bigger than before.  It ground the massive
phallus into her waiting body with unsteady strokes until she
reached a violent orgasm.  And still it rode her, swollen with
blood, pausing only once to wipe it's sperm from her wet pubic hair
with a scrap of her white dress.   Sweating, grunting, slobbering
it made thrust after thrust.  Into her.  Into.  In.  Ignoring her
protests that it was hurting her, that it must stop, that it was to
big.  It's second orgasm was much more intense than the first,
coming it seemed not just from it's penis and it's testicles, but
from it's whole spinal column.  It continued to plunge the hot
sticky organ into her, all the way into her softness, her flesh
yielding to it's hugeness as it spurted and spurted thick dick-goo
into her, filling her until the white fluid overflowed and ran down
her thighs in wet trails.

THE VILLAGE GIRL

Baron William's eyes followed the figure of the young girl walking
past.  Hip-hugging white shorts squeezed those swinging,  shapely
buttocks, outlining bikini panties underneath.  The halter top
cupped pert, jiggling breasts.  Long tawny hair swept down her
back, and the tight curves of her bare waist and stomach led 
William's eyes down to the strong, tanned, sleek legs.  He knew
that he had to fuck her.  He followed her out of the village and
then spoke to her.  He offered her a great deal of money to spend
the night with him.  She agreed and they returned to the village
where he requisitioned a room at the inn.

William slipped his arm around her bare waist and pulled her to
him, her slender hips, seperated by so little cloth from his own 
body, strained against him, sliding from side to side.  In a moment
he had unhooked the little top she wore, and his hands could move
freely over the warmth of her supple back.  The halter fell to the
floor.  He looked at her, his hands now on her shoulders.  Her lips
seemed swollen a little from her excitement.  Her breasts were
beautiful, not very big, but perfectly shaped, and so firm that the
small pink nipples were tilted invitingly upward.  William's
fingers slipped down to roam softly over those hills of resilient
flesh.  With a little moan, Stella cupped one of her breasts in her
own hand and with the other hand on the nape of  William's neck
urged him down to meet her body with his mouth.  The nipples were
hot to his tongue and under its swirling stimulation they grew
quickly erect.

Stella sank weakly onto the bed, fumbling at the buttons of his
shirt.  A moment later all their clothes lay on the floor in a
heap, and William's lips and hands were arousing the the woman to
a fever of excitement.  Stella writhed and panted and bit like a
wild animal, getting into a frenzied trance of desire in which she
hardly knew where she was.  William played with the whole length of
her magnificent body ...ears, neck, the beautiful flat belly and
the hollow of her navel, the fine curves of her slim ankles.  He
turned her onto her stomach and did things to the backs of her
legs, to the lovely sweep of her back, to her shoulders, which made
her gasp and whimper with pleasure.

She wanted to turn over, but he teased her by forcing her to stay
as she was, working her up to such a a pitch of superheated passion
that she finally drew up her knees and rubbed her bottom rantically
against his massive erection.

"Oh!  Hurry.  Please.  Put it in.  Put it in me....!"

William parted the lobes of her buttocks with his fingers as he
thrust his hips forward.  His thick erection pushing between the
cheeks of her bottom and entering her anus in one great thrust,
that threw her small body forward against the headboard.  Then he
moved forward and put his hands around her and cupped her small
breasts in his hands.  William's fingers slowly manipulated her
swollen nipples and Stella moaned with desire.

Her one hand reached down and back between her legs and grasped his
testicles, gently massaging them.  The pleasure of the sensation
caused William to thrust faster and Stella had to bring her hand
back down to steady her body as she begun lashing her hips from
side to side, jamming to meet William's thrusts until he began to
ejaculate.  Stella clawed at the sheets as the hot river of fluid
he was spurting into her depths pushed her over into her orgasm,
until finally her body, racked with subsiding tremors, sank limply
postrate on the bed of satin.

For a long while after he had taken her by her rear entrance they
lay together on the bed, naked bodies wetly entwined.  Then William
cupped her right breast in his hand.  It was firm and elastic, her
flesh flowing in his fingers like moist clay, delightfully warm and
sweet clay.  He bent and took her nipple into his mouth, rolling it
on his tongue and eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her.  Stella
opened herself to his touch, and she was already moistly eager for
him.  Tiny pearls of dewy wetness beaded the curling hairs that
surrounded her opening.  He slid a finger into her, surprised at
the resistance he encountered there.  The tightness of youth and
relative inexperience.

William covered her, and she wrapped him in her arms and her legs
and opened herself wide to welcome and receive him.  He had been
right.  Her vagina was extraordinary tight, trapping him deep
inside  her body and surrounding him with damp heat.

"Let me?" Stella whispered.

William nodded and held himself braced rigid above her ....and
rigid within her as well.  Stella began to move her hips, raising
and lowering herself slowly, impaling herself.  She shivered and
shuddered with the pleasure of it as alternately he filled her and
then was withdrawn almost to the point of losing contact with her. 
 William didn't move at all.  Stella was doing more than enough for
both of them.  Her breathing quickened, and so did her motion,
until she was pumping her hips wildly beneath him.  She bucked and
plunged, arching her her neck, full lips drawn back from her teeth
and eyes unfocused.  "Ah...aah....aah...aahhhh!"

William could feel the gather and rise of his own pleasure deep in
his groin, spreading, filling him.  The intense sensation drawn
from the most distant parts of his body and flowing together in one
concentrated rush, that poured out of his balls, swelled his shaft
to overflowing, and burst out of his body and into hers.  He
shuddered, stiffened and only in that last wild, uncontroled moment
plunged forward, throwing his weight onto and into her.  Stella
clutched at him fiercely, arms and legs alike clamping hard around
him, pulling him to her, pulling him into her greedily as the last
convulsive shudderings of her own release turned into the joy of
sharing in his release.  She sighed and went limp beneath him.

William lay on top of her for a time, his lean body pillowed on her
smaller, softer length, his member limp and wet but still deep
inside her.

After a few seconds his member began to swell and grow hard again
inside her vagina.  William began moving in and out of her again
and again.  Until Stella began to make soft little mewling,
snorting sounds of pleasure and effort, grunting and straining and
driving her soft belly against his hard belly, impaling herself on
his long erection, trembling and shuddering..   

William felt the gather and rush of pressure deep inside his balls,
felt it build until it could build no more, until the pleasure of
it just had to find an outlet.   The outlet was there.  He grunted
and spewed hot, sticky fluid deep inside her as Stella shuddered in
a quick, fluttering series of tiny convulsions, grasping him with
arms and legs and lips.  And most of all with hard, abrupt
contractions of her sex around the base of his shaft.

But he went on, and then she had another shuddering orgasm and
moments later, explosively, he came too filling her with his hot,
thick semen.


THE UGLY MAN

Kruger was a new addition to Baron William's army.  He was a huge
man whose entire body was covered with scars that ran like canyons
and craters across his flesh.  His face was scarred to such an
extent that there was only two ways he could get a woman that was
by paying for her services or by using rape.  This time he intended
using the latter option.  He had followed a young couple Malcolm
and Holly from the Baron's village to a nearby meadow, where they
were busy kissing.  Without warning he charged forward out of the
bushes and struck Malcolm on the side of the head with a cudgel. 
Malcolm's unconscious body dropped to the grass.  Holly lifted her
hands to her mouth in horror when she saw Kruger's face and
screamed.  Kruger could 'nt allow that so he punched her with one
massive fist and she also dropped to the ground.  Kruger quickly
tied Malcolm's hands behind him and his feet as well.  Then he
turned to Holly whose hands he also bound behind her back so that
she couldn't resist his attentions.  He left her legs untied as he
intended to be between them shortly.  He rolled Holly onto her back
and reached for the snap of her jeans.  At this point Malcolm came
to and began to struggle against his ropes.

Malcom watched in tearful, helpless rage as Kruger fumbled with the
snap of Holly's jeans.  He struggled against the the ropes that
bound him.  Kruger paid him no attention.  He popped the snap and
slid down the zipper, revealing the filmy blue bikini pants Holly
wore underneath.  The man's breathing grew louder.  His eyes
glistened.

"Leave her alone," Malcom cried.

Kruger looked up and laughed.  He returned his concentration to
pulling the tight jeans down Holly's legs.  She moaned softly, but
did not regain consciousness.  The blueish bruise from Kruger's
fist was already begining to show on her jaw.   With some
difficulty, Kruger pulled the jeans completely off, taking Holly's
boots with them and exposing her long, slim legs.  He reached up
and touched her pubic mound through the blue nylon.   He ran his
fingers lightly over her smooth thighs.  Then he bowed down to lick
them his tongue creating thin moist trails along each limb.  His
hand began to stroke the fine material of her panties -- then
between her thighs.

Kruger's hand crept slowly between her flimsy panties and soft
skin, finding her private silky hair, then down between her thighs,
his fingers becoming wet from her sex.  His face twisted with lust,
Kruger, hooked his fingers under the elastic of Holly's bikini
panties.  He pulled the panties gently down her long legs and lay
them to one side on her discarded jeans.  He half-sat gazing down
at her, taking pleasure from the sight of her naked thighs against
the rich green grass, the auburn pubic hair downy at the base of
her belly, a marvellous stretch of triangle that revealed the bud
of her clitoris and the pink narrow folds of her vulva and labia.

Then his hands slipped into the front of her blouse and he ripped
it open spilling out her small, firm, round breasts, with large
brown circles accenuating the hardened and pointed nipples.  His
hands ran over the protruding milky white, brown tipped breasts,
down over the tautly outlined rib-cage the flat abdomen the slash
of  her navel into that marvelous triangle of downy hair that
nestled between the apex of her thighs.

Holly began to regain consciousness, when she cried out feeling
Kruger's forefinger touch her along the centre crease of her
vagina. "Ooaaah!" she groaned.  The outer lips were already swollen
and parting from his earlier exploration and she could feel him
pressing inward probing the slick wetness of her vagina.  Kruger
was pushing first his forefinger then his middle finger into her
dripping cleft, his thumb rubbing her clitoris, making her moan
softly despite herself.  His fingers moved back and forth between
her legs stirring the wetness there.

Then Kruger removed his hand for a second and knit the three middle
fingers of his right hand together, and worked them several inches
up between those swollen congested folds of secret flesh.  Holly's
body strained upward frantically in shock at the invasion.  Kruger
thrust his three fingers firmly in and out of Holly's vagina,
sometimes only an inch or two up, sometimes as far as they could
go.  Holly was aware only of the intense pain; the fingers in her
vagina  produced a hardness and knobbiness of stimulation that a
smooth penis never had.  Kruger was pushing his fingers into her
with increasing speed, smiling as he felt her liquids covering the
probing digits.  His fingers rammed deeper into her hurting her and
causing her body to jump with pain.

Then while she was still throbbing and jerking her hips forward
from the pain, Kruger threw himself onto her, between her thighs,
pressing his erect penis, into Holly's wet curly mound, cupping
Holly's full, round bottom in both his hands and thrusting his hips
forward.  He penetrated into her brutaly, and very fast.  He clung
to her, her legs slightly bent, feet flat against the slope.  He
began to move back and forth inside her, sliding his large penis
into her wet depths, feeling the fantastic sensation of the moist
parting and snug clinging and hotness of her vulva and his penis as
they held together so deep inside her.

"Oooaaah! Ooaaaah!" she was repeating again and again.  Her
half-naked body writhing beneath his thrusting body as he
penetrated her deeper and deeper with unceasing strokes.  Kruger
could see her gorgeous face, eyes shut, head going from side to
side in the grass,

her lips mouthing something he could not hear.  He could see the
rise and fall of her globular breasts and his hands groped for and
found her soft buttocks bunching them together lifting her hips 
higher, lifting her trembling thighs, and he drove deeper into her
unremittingly.

Kruger sighed and came down on Holly fully, feeling the give of her
breasts, his thick lips slobbering against her full lips.  Her
wetness below engulfed him, but he did not slow, driving, pulling, 
driving inside her slippery passage.  Abruptly her torso heaved,
her buttocks rising, her thighs tightening around him in a vise of
flesh in one great and prolonged involuntarily convulsion.  But he
went on, until Holly had another shuddering orgasm despite herself
and moments later, explosively he came too filling her with his
hot, thick dick-goo.


THE FARMER'S WIFE

Roger and Lucy were a newly wed couple.  Roger was a farmer on a
freehold and so didn't pay taxes.  He was busy plowing a field
wearing a pair of jeans his muscled torso bare when his wife called
him to the house for lunch.  After lunch she took by the hand and
lead him into their bedroom.  She reached up and unbuttoned her
blouse.  A shrug and the blouse was on the floor.  She wore nothing
underneath.  Her breasts were large and firm and proud.  Roger
could not pull his eyes away.  Lucy reached for the fastening at
the side of her skirt.  A soft snap, a zip, and the leather skirt
joined the blouse on the floor.  Lucy stood straight in front of
him.  She touched the dark, triangle of pubic hair, slid her hand
up over the rounded belly and cupped one heavy breast.  Her finger
played with the nipple until it stood swollen and erect.

She came toward him until he could feel the heat of her naked body. 
She reached down and touched him.  His erection grew in her
fingers.  She led him to the bed.  Lucy lay down, spreading her
midnight hair over the pillow.  She cocked one knee and massaged
the velvety inside of her thigh with gentle strokes of her
fingertips.

He lay down on the bed beside her.  Instantly Lucy was upon him.

She kissed his mouth, her tongue probing deep.  Her hungry lips
nibbled at his chin, his neck, and down across his chest to his
belly.  She took his swollen erection inside her mouth then.  Her
tongue and lips worked on him.  Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. 
Roger felt as if he were being pulled inside out.  Just when he
thought he couldn't last a second longer, she drew her head back,
her mouth making a little popping sound as he slid out.

Lucy rubbed the length of her body up along his, the flesh
lubricated by their mingled sweat.  She raised her head and looked
down at him.  She smiled.   With a cry of pleasure she pinned his
shoulders back on the bed, and straddled him.  Easily, gracefully,
she came down over him until the tip of his erection touched her
vagina.  She adjusted herself, so that her opening met the hardness
of his erection.  Then she eased herself lower and lower, as her
vulva filled with his penetration.  Slowly tantalizingly, she
lowered herself down on him, and took his length inside her.  She
began to ride up and down on his erection, pausing just at the top
just before he would have slipped out, then sinking gradually to
swallow his hard phallus up again.

Roger closed his eyes, giving himself to the sensations of his
body.  Sitting on him, riding him, Lucy stepped up the rhythm  and
the vigour of their joinings until her buttocks smacked his upper
thighs with a report like a pistol shot.  His climax came a second
before hers.  She dropped down on top of him, her arms wrapped
about his neck, nails digging furrows in his back.

"Oaah Lucy!!!" He cried.

They cried out together and rolled back and forth until his seed as
spent.  Then they continued to cling to each other like drowning
people.

Baron William, Walter and the Satyr were out reconnoitering an area
near their domain when they saw a small farmhouse.  They rode up
and dismounted.  Walter opened the front door and they heard the
heavy panting of a man's breath and a woman gasping and moaning. 
They crept closer and as they peered through the door to the
bedroom they saw two people on the bed.  The man lay flat on his
back, his pants hooked around his ankles.  His head was turned away
from them.  The girl was riding him, her own legs spread apart. 
Her head was thrown back and her long brown hair almost reached the
thrusting cleft of her buttocks.  Her hands were on the man's
chest.  Even in the dim light William could clearly see that the
girl's nipples were hard with her own driving passion.

The girl was arched back now, her groin pushing up and down against
the man.  Her buttocks working in a fascinating rhythm, swaying,
clenching dramatically.  Her thighs were spread wide apart, her
knees drawn up under her so that William and the rest could clearly
see the man's thick penis  plunging up into her core.  In fact her
legs were so wide apart they could see the matted wet hairs around
her pubis, where the penis had spread apart the hidden secret folds
of flesh and was stroking madly.  Then they both seemed to reach a
climax as they rolled around on the bed, the man crying out the
name Lucy.

William smiled, "Kill him!"

The Satyr moved in a blur off motion its huge hands and sharp nails
first plucking Roger off the bed, then ripping him into pieces that
sent blood spattering in a fine mist around the room.  Then it
dropped him in front of the doorway at William's feet, and the
creature retired to a corner in the far side of the room.   William
and Walter stepped across the bloody mess that had been her
husband.  Lucy was in shock and couldn't move.  Walter was the
first to get his clothes off, his eyes fixed on her large heaving
breasts, allowing saliva to run unhindered from the corner of his
mouth.

"Come here," he ordered "suck my dick.  And you better be gentle or
you'll end up like him."

Lucy's eyes had fixed on Walter while he was speaking, but at the
mention of Roger her eyes were draw back to the remains on the
floor and she whimpered with fear.  She realised her only chance to
survive was to please these men so she rose from the bed and walked
over to Walter.  Lucy bent over Walter's erection and in bending
over showed a lovely, sexy, round bottom which aroused William, his
eyes fixed on the rounded buttocks and the very dark crease betwen
them.  Lucy opened her mouth and her lips slid over Walter's
erection and her tongue began to lave him.  Her cheeks hollowed as
she began to suck in earnest, her hands holding his hips to steady
her bent over form.

William stood behind the girl watching her head moving against
Walter's groin and her offered rear.  Realising why William was
behind her Lucy spread her legs apart, the mounds of her buttocks
tensing, whereupon he slipt his thick organ between her legs and
quickly thrust into the dark crack.  Williams strong thrust threw
Lucy's body forward and her opened mouth was forced over the head
of  Walter's erection, down and down until her lips nizzled the
crisp hair at the base.

Lucy realized that she had taken all of him inside her mouth, and
she choked before she could open her throat and relax the reflexive
impulses.  Walter groaned and Lucy felt him jerk in her mouth,
swelling even more with blood, the tip of his penis expanding and
pulsing and she moaned a little, moving up and down his wet member
in response to William's ragged thrusts into her rear.

William lay against her back and put his arms around her, pawing at
her large breasts, then pulling at each swollen nipple, then he
took one breast in each hand cupping their soft weight as his
swollen penis slid up into her even deeper than he had plunged
before.  His penis began to convulse, shooting heavily deep inside
her.  At the same time his hands, cupping her heavy breasts, pulled
her back against him while he emptied himself inside her.  

Lucy felt William lying heavily across her back and his thick,
pulsing organ shuddering in her depths as it spurted and spurted
filling her with a hot, sticky liquid.  She knew that she must
finish Walter quicky and her tongue lifted, laving the underside of 
his swollen crown and then spasm after spasm shook him, the hot
viscous jets coming against her working tongue and palate.  Lucy 
tried to withdraw her mouth, but Walter's hands came down and
pulled her head against his groin.  So she was forced to swallow
and swallow his hot thick oily spunk until she couldn't anymore and
some dribbled out the corner of her mouth and down her face.

William and Walter lay satiated on the floor next to Lucy's
kneeling form.  Then William called the Satyr.

"It's your turn!"

Lucy shook her head from side to side as the Satyr approached
covered with her husbands blood, it's huge phallus standing out
before it like a bat and its purple balls the size of lemons
swinging beneath.  She knelt naked before the Satyr, gritting her
teeth at the vile smell that assaulted her nostrils.  It reached
out and gripped her hand, pushing it down towards it's groin,
guiding it towards the spot between it's legs.

Lucy was to scared to struggle and allowed the Satyr to press her
hand to it's crotch.  She felt it's huge phallus and squeezed it.
The Satyr looked at her but there wasn't a flicker of emotion in
it's eyes, no warmth, no life.

With it's other hand the Satyr roughly touched the back of her
head, pushing it down towards it's groin.  Lucy hesitated, the
hairs at the nape of her neck rising and a shiver running down her
spine.  But the Satyr simply tightened it's hand on the back of her
neck and forced her head down.  She tried to hold her breath as her
head was pushed closer to it's groin.   The Satyr's massive
erection was now pointing up at her, brushing her lips as it
pressed harder on the back of her neck.  Lucy closed her mouth
around the bulbous head and almost gagged.

There was liquid already seeping from the glans, but it tasted
unlike any glandular secretion she'd encountered before.  It stuck
to her tongue like mucus, oozing with greater urgency as she licked
the swollen organ.  The stench was now almost unbearable and Lucy
knew that she was going to be sick.  She tried to straighten up but 
the huge calloused hand held her firm, her mouth fixed over the
massive throbbing penis which seemed to be swelling even more. 
Lucy clutched at it's purple testicles, the size of apples, rubbing
them in an effort to finish the vile task more rapidly.  She felt
them begin to undulate beneath her probing finger, felt them
contract, ready to spill their contents.

Yet above her the Satyr made no sound.  Instead she was only aware
of that huge, stiff, reeking rod which had impaled her mouth and
that frightful stench that came from it's furry body.  She worked
her hand up and down it's massive shaft, realizing that the Satyr
was at it's peak.  She sucked harder.  The Satyr thrust violently
into her mouth, driving it's large penis up until it touched the
back of her throat.   Lucy retched, tried to straighten up but the
hand gripped and held her.  She tasted more fluid on her tongue
then the cascade began.   It's massive penis jerked violently and
the end seemed to open, expelling it's emission.

Lucy's eyes bulged madly in their sockets as she felt her mouth
filled to bursting point.  Her cheeks swelled as she struggled to
retain the ejaculation.  She sat back as the pressure on the back
of her neck was released, her mouth opening wide.  The thick semen
poured from it in a sickly white torrent and, as she looked down,
she saw the massive penis was still jerking, still spurting,
propelling semen from the glans in a thick fountain.  Some of the
thick dick-goo had already found its way down her throat, despite
her effort to spit it all out.  She gazed once again at the Satyr's
huge phallus and saw the last drops of semen spill from the slit in
the bulbous head and drop into the animals lap.

The Satyr watched it's semen running in warm rivulets down her
body, from the sides of her mouth, down her neck, over her firm
breasts, across her flat stomach.  Through her triangle of pubic
hair and down her slim legs.  The Satyr reached out and cupped one
breast in it's calloused hand, rubbing it hard, scraping it's
coarse palm across the nipple which hardened into a swollen bud
despite her fear.  It continued to rub her breasts hard, in fact
it's attentions were becoming to intense.  Lucy felt it's long
sharp nails rake the soft flesh of her breast and she whimpered in
pain.  The Satyr left three bright red grazes just above her
nipple.

Lucy pulled away from the creature suddenly, rose to her feet and
turned to run.  But the Satyr grabbed her neck from behind holding
her immobile in it's strong grip.  She reached up to grab it's hand
as it's grip tightened so much it hurt.  The Satyr slid it's free
hand forward around her body to grip her right breast.  It squeezed
hard and she groaned as she felt it's sharp nails scratch her once
more in that most delicate place.  Lucy felt it's massive erection
straining and pressing against her back.  And still it held her
firm by the back of the neck as a dog might hold a rabbit.  Lucy
squirmed as she felt it's thick fingers slither around to her
throat where it now squeezed and stroked.  One hand tightening on
her throat and the other hand kneading her breast roughly.

The Satyr released her breast and grasped it's swollen organ which
it rubbed against her smooth back and between the lobes of her
buttocks.  Lucy felt the clear fluid oozing from the head, smearing
her skin and she shuddered in disgust, although she was more
concerned with way it's fingers dug deeply into the flesh of her
neck.

Then the Satyr threw her down to the ground where she lay on her
back.  Sinking down to her naked form it parted her legs with it's
knee and slid between her slim legs, it's huge penis nudging
against her cleft.  Lucy felt the heat of the Satyr's body between
her thighs, felt the pinkish tower-head, like a smooth-skinned
fruit swollen with juice, nudging her dripping cleft.  Then the
Satyr thrust it's body forward driving it's massive phallus deep
into her slippery depths.  The rampant penis tearing her
nether-lips open and she was rammed, split.

Lucy screamed, both from the sudden excruciating pain of it's
brutal entry and the shock as her vagina was filled by it's
hugeness.  Lucy forced her thighs wide to lessen the pain, and this
caused her to press up the length of it's burning rod.  Red pain
lanced through the sweetness.  She moaned and lay beneath the
creature, filled to her brim, impaled.  The Satyr pulled back then
sank again between her widespread thighs causing the pain to flare
into a glorious friction.  Again she pressed herself to meet it,
was wounded rose again.  Lucy grasped at the creatures body, it's
rank fur, clinging onto it in the midst of pain.  Then the Satyr
lay down on her with all it's weight sinking her into the bed as if
it were sand.

The Satyr ravished her like a bull, thrusting it's massive member
into her dripping cleft again and again, rubbing against her
clitoris again and again.  Her naked body worked and leapt in pain
at it's brutal onslaught.

Her breasts were streaked with dry semen from the blow-job, wet
from drool that dripped from Satyr's open mouth and trembling with
each powerful thrust of it's massive body.  It continued to thrust
powerfully into her slippery channel that was tautly stretched by
it's incredible hugeness, until finally it came shooting it's sperm
into her shuddering depths like a liquid flood.  So much that her
vagina was filled and the white fluid spilled over her hips and
thighs.

THE WHORE

Alan picked up a whore, called Daina, standing on one of the
streets in Baron Williams village.  The girl was barely eighteen. 
Coaxed to hardness by the chill in the wind, her nipples strained
darkly against the thin material of her white blouse.  The skirt
barely covered her buttocks and allowed a glorius view of her long
slim legs.  He pushed her into a nearby alley where he pressed her
back against a dirty wall and kissed her on the lips.  Then she
opened her lips wide, and he pushed the tip of his tongue in
between her teeth and they kissed hungrily and violently.  While
they kissed her hands found his belt and she unbuckled it allowing
his pants to fall in a puddle around his feet.

Alan slipped his hand inside her blouse and cupped her breast. 
Daina unbuttoned her blouse even further and tugged it wide open
exposing her heaving breasts.  Her breast felt warm and heavy in
the palm of Alan's hand, the nipple crinkling in the cold of night.
"Not here we can't do it here." Daina whispered.

Her short tight skirt had ridden up her thighs.   Alan had twisted
it even further, right up to her waist.  Underneath she was wearing
nothing.  Alan ran his fingers tantalizingly around her thighs and
she shivered.  He caressed her between her legs.  The swollen lips
of her vulva parting.  He slipped in his finger and she was
slippery, hot and wet.  His fingers became shiny and wet from her
oily secretions.

Alan bent his head forward and gently closed his lips over the tip
of her breast.  Daina threw her head back, her long exquiste neck
arched, her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably as she felt the tender
pulling.  Involuntarily her thighs spread and her mound began a
frantic up and down movement against him that made him gasp.  He
moved back and forth until her breasts were dripping with a
combination of saliva and sweat and her nipples seemed raw.  She
was moaning constantly now.  He licked the cleavage between her
breasts.

Alan hands were busy between her thighs, caressing her depths.

Then they pushed together groaning with the velvet contact as his
thick penis slid all the way up her slick vagina.  Daina's thighs
trembled and her breasts shook with the racing emotions.  Her
breath began to come so quickly that her hard flat stomach
fluttered continually against him.   Then simultaneously his head
came forward, his lips opening to catch a trembling breast, his
hands went behind her, cupped the proud round, deeply divided
thrust of her buttocks, pulling her lower body hard against his so
that she felt as if she were being split in two by the incalculable
heat as his arrogant maleness was thrust all the way up to her soft
belly.  Daina heard him groan one last time and she clutched him to
her, his lunge drawing a gasp out of her.  Her orgasm was upon her,
rushing at her from out of nowhere.  At that moment, her inner
muscles clamped down on him.   She only felt the begining of his
explosion as she came in every part of her, crying out and trying
to merge herself with his hard jetting flesh.

"Oh God", Daina groaned, her hands rising to her breasts and began
rubbing them furiously, feeling her hard nipples pressing against 
the flesh of her palms, dissolving into the torrents of pleasure. 
Alan withdrew his penis and stepped back allowing her to slide down
the wall and lie in a heap at it's base.

Daina looked up at him and said, "That will be 30 New Dollars."

Alan smiled, "I don't think so Honey.  Okay! She's all your's
guys!"

Daina looked up with bewilderment in her eyes as Gunther and Ben
stepped into the alley.  Bewilderment quickly changed to fear and
she opened her mouth to scream.  Gunther clamped his hand over her
mouth.  "If you scream we will kill you!  Be nice to us and we 'll
just fuck you."  Then he stepped back and dropped his pants his
cock standing out thick and strong. "Suck me baby!"

Daina leant forward her breath coming in quick gasps.  She took 
his cock in her mouth, the whole thing, her tongue half-in,
half-out, her head bobbing frantically.  The wide generous hot wet
mouth was pumping, gyrating, her red swelling tongue half in, half
out of her mouth swirling around his cock.  Gunther was transfixed
as he watched the long flowing hair, the bobbing head, the smooth
shapely cleavage, the sucking mouth.  She pumped, swelled and
twisted. And the steamy wetness of her mouth rose and fell and rose
and fell until his member started jerking in her mouth. Then the
edge of her mouth opened slightly and the white ooze of his lust
flowed out.  He withdrew his cock and the semen was exploding all
over her face and neck and shoulders.

"It's my turn now baby! Ben whispered.

Daina reached for his erect penis, but he slapped her hand away. 

"No thanks honey I want to butt-fuck you.  Turn around!"

Daina got up, turned around and went down on her knees, spreading
them apart and presented.  The sight of her round, firm buttocks
and her exposed female opening, deep pink and inviting were
irresistible.

Before he knew it Ben was on his knees behind her, entering her
warm, pulsating depths.

He mounted and plunged.  Daina felt him fill her, and she cried out
at the unexpected feeling.  The posture made her feel pressures in
new places and when he drew back, the rubbing and friction excited
in new ways.  She backed to meet him when he dived in again.  He
hovered above her, pumping and straining.  She reared up and backed
to him matching his pace, moaning and squealing.  He breathed
heavily as he thrust and thrust again.  He held her hips, pulled
her to him, and then as he filled her, she reared back to meet him
as he surged into her with a shudder of delight.  Just before he
came Ben pulled out and slumped across Daina's back showering her
with his come.  His throbbing penis jerking as it expelled thick,
white jism against her warm flesh.

Then Alan gripped Daina's hair and pulled her head up to his groin. 
"Suck me baby!" he ordered.

Daina licked her lips, opened her mouth wide and swallowed his
cockmeat.  Alan  gasped as her lips slid down his shaft.  He had
never felt such a hot, wet mouth.  Head bobbing, Daina slowly 
inched down his shaft, pausing every now and then to run her tongue
along his throbbing veins.  It seemed like forever before her nose
finally nuzzeled his pubic hair.   Alan grasped the back of her
head and began to thrust, fucking her mouth in time to her bobbing
head.   He felt one of her hands cup his balls and squeeze and for
a moment thought he was done for .   Alan felt the spunk start to
surge up his shaft,  but before he could shoot someone walked past
the alley entrance.  Alan paused worried that it might be the
girl's pimp.  Then he looked down at Daina who fearfully swallowed
his aching penis again and sucked as hard as she could. There was
no holding back then.  Balls tightening, he began to savagely pump
her face,  his belly bumping her nose, his balls slapping against
her chin.  Faster and faster  until he was grunting with the effort
and Daina was making little mewling sounds around his thick rod. 
Suddenly Alan felt something shoot up his rod.  One last thrust
into Daina's hot mouth and he was coming, his thick dick-goo
blasting into her mouth.  Daina sucked hard, her tongue swirling
across him to catch every drop as his penis spasmed in her mouth. 

Gunther dragged Daina to her feet and pushed her against the alley
wall.  She felt the tip of his penis in her pubic hair and she
spread her legs, feeling her moist secret fold opening as he
entered her slowly.  Gunther flexed his muscles lifting her off her
feet.  And Daina dangled there, exquisitely impaled, breathless,
her heart hammering, waiting.  Then her head went back as he began
to thrust up into her with a ragged rhytm.  He had backed her
against the wall and now she climbed it up and back, as his massive
erection moved within her.  His bull-like thrusts were coming more
rapidly now, ragged as he approached his climax.  Then Daina felt
his balls draw up and as his deeply buried erection began to
tremble and spurt hotly.  She writhed and groaned as she felt him
gushing hotly inside her.  And as she did so his right forearm
whipped up and he smashed it against her throat so hard she jumped
with the shock to her system.  Then the light in her eyes went out
as she died.

THE ADDICT

Laura bent over the beds sidetable and running her nose along one
of the fine white line she inhaled the cocaine into her nostril. 
She writhed, her eyes closed in ecstacy as she allowed one finger
to stir the tightly curled pubic hair, teasing herself for a second
before returning to the line of cocaine.  Kruger watched Laura
getting high on the cocaine he had provided.  He was aware that the
only way he could sleep with such a lovely woman, was because she
was an addict and would do anything for more cocaine.  His eyes ran
over her firm naked body, her small breasts and hard nipples.  The 
flat stomach, the smooth hips and the triangle of dark hair between
her legs.  She sat up, one finger stirring the swollen outer lips
of her vagina tracing a pattern over the warm wet flesh until she
reached the hardened nub of her clitoris.

She gasped as she stroked it.  Cocaine flecked her nose and her
upper lip and she flicked out her tongue to remove it.  She giggled
then crawled across the bed towards Kruger who lay there waiting
for her.

He was naked too, his erection throbbing against his stomach as he
lay back, a drink cradled in one of his large hands.  Bowing her
head, she paused allowing her tongue to dart out and taste the
flesh of his leg, then licked leaving a trail of saliva behind as
she moved upward closer to his groin.  He reached down and slowly
entwined some of her long hair around his hand, gripping it,
pulling her up higher until her mouth was in line with his penis. 
 He grinned as she kissed the bulbous head, allowing her tongue to
creep into the narrow eye of the glans, licking away a dribble of
clear fluid.  She sat up and took a snort of cocaine from one of
the white lines on the bedside table.  Then slowly, she moved her
head forward, her lips enveloping his penis, her tongue slithering
around the shaft.  With one hand she began to massage his swollen
testicles, allowing her free hand to reach back between her own
legs, to stir the wetness there.

She felt other fingers alongside her own and then Kruger himself
was pushing first his index then his middle finger into her
dripping cleft, his thumb rubbing her clitoris, making her moan
softly as she continued to suck his erection.   She sat up, his
fingers still inside her as she took another sniff of cocaine. 
Then she slid down once more towards Kruger's groin.

This time she took his penis into her mouth and kept it there. 
Sucking and kissing as he pushed his fingers into her with
increasing speed, smiling as he felt the liquid pleasure covering
the probing digits.  She stroked his thighs and rubbed his scrotum,
aware that he, like herself, was reaching a climax.  Laura prepared
herself for his ejaculation, clamping her mouth more firmly onto
his throbbing organ as she felt his penis jerk, heard him grunt
with pleasure.   And then her mouth was flooded with the oily white
fluid, gouts of it shooting into her throat.  She swallowed as fast
as she could until her mouth was full and some of the sticky fluid
dribbled from the sides of it.

She felt her own orgasm surge through her and opened her mouth to
gasp her pleasure as his fingers rammed deeper into her and she
Spilled her ecstacy onto his hand.   Kruger gradually withdrew his
fingers from her moist depths and held them before her.  She sucked
at them, licking the slicks of fluid, sucking his fingertips like
a hungry child would suck a nipple.  She tasted herself.  She
tasted his emission on her tongue.

Laura and Kruger lay together on the bed in sweaty heap for a long
time recovering from their exertions.  Then Laura crouched on the
bed, on her hands and knees wriggling her beautiful creamy buttocks
like a bitch in heat.  Then burying her face in the pillow and
sticking her bum up at the ceiling she reached back and spread her
buttocks and her outer vaginal lips.  Kneeling behind her Kruger
positioned his thick cock between her pouting sex petals and
stirred it around, thrilling to the warm slippery sensation of her
vagina.  With quick thrust and he was up her, up that beautiful
slit.  He began to thrust as fast as he could, his large member
cleaving her moist flesh.  Eventually Laura was crying into her
pillow, flexing her vaginal muscles around his thick shaft,  his
balls started to tighten and Kruger proceeded  to pump even harder,
until his balls were slapping against her clit and the sweat was
dropping off his brow on to her slender back.   At the vital moment
he pulled his pulsing penis out of her warm depths and shot his
spunk over her bum cheeks and up her back. There was so much semen,
rivers of the stuff rained down over her buttocks and thighs. 
Kruger reached out and began to rub it into her flesh and Laura
groaned as his sticky hands swept over her slender body spreading
his spunk.  His hands reached around to her breasts kneading them
until her body shook with the spasms of her own orgasm.



THE BETRAYAL

Monica was one of the most beautiful woman at the fort and for the
last two weeks since she had arrived she was Baron William's
personal concubine.  As yet he had not indicated to Walter his
second in command that he was ready to pass her along.  So when she
cornered him in a side passage as he was coming back from
inspecting the night guards, Walter was surprised.  He was also
very much aware of the danger if the Baron caught them together as
he was prone to jealous rages.  Even so he was caught unawares when
Monica grabbed the front of his pants.  Walter felt his belt
loosening, then his trousers.  In an instant her hand had
encompassed him, and he knew he would be unable to resist her.

"Are you crazy what if someone sees us," he hissed.  But he was
already hard and Monica pulled down his briefs.  Now she moved so
that she could put one foot up on the low windowsill, and with her
free hand, lifted up her skirt.  Drew Walter up against her.  She
gasped and she smiled.  She wore only a garter belt beneath her
skirt and he felt the tangle of jungley hair caressing the end of
him.

"Let's get you wet", she said, moving him against her nether lips.

The hard lamp light fell across her breasts, rising and falling
beneath her sweater.  The area of her flat stomach was shadowed. 
And below, the bunched skirt hid their hot liquid connection from
sight.  Just the head of his cock was inside her.  Monica circled
her hips, swaying.  Her full lips were half-parted and her
breathing was getting faster.

Walter felt the exquisite sensations of her on him, just a brief
silken swirl across the most sensitive part of him.  He had hold of
her shoulders, was urging her on.  He wanted to penetrate her more
fully but when he thrust he felt her fist encircling his erect
member, preventing any forward movement.  His lips came down over
hers and as their tongues touched she let go her grip and his
erection slipped all the way in.  A great groan escaped him,
filling her mouth with vibration.  Monica's hips began to move,
then buck against him as he moved out, then in.

His hands slid over the soft wool of her sweater, lifted it, then
felt her bare breasts.  They were warm, the nipples hard and so
sensitive that she gave a little cry, ground her hips in a circle
hard against him when his thumbs touched them.

Walter felt her heat suffusing him.  There was a great weight in
his loins so that he remained on his feet with the greatest 
difficulty.  He felt the muscles in his calves, behind his knees,
begin to tremble.  He felt as if her weight was on him.  Walter
raced upward into her as far as he could go.  He gasped and his
deeply buried erection began tremble and shoot heavily into her.

"Oooh!" Monica's eyes flew open and she groaned into the side of
his neck.  The liquid heat at her core began her own spasming.  Her
face flushed and she felt ripples spreading outward from the
juncture of her thighs.  She ground herself into him, feeling the
harsh scrape of his pubic hair against her intimate flesh. 
Strangely this made her orgasm blossom to such a point that she
lost all control and writhed wetly on his jerking member as it
filled her depths with thick jism.

TINA

William had been in the tavern where he became aroused seeing the
floor show which consisted of two men fucking a woman, the one man
thrusting his hugeness into her wide open mouth and the other
thrusting between her spread legs.  William left and returned to
his room looking for Monica to slake his lust.  She wasn't there so
William called one of the Fort's whores to his room.  Her name was
Tina and she was wearing a thin blouse and a leather skirt. 
William held her hand and pulled her down onto the bed beside him,
pulling her close to him, feeling her breasts pressing against his
chest as they kissed.  He allowed one hand to slide beneath her
blouse, reaching higher until it closed over one unfettered mound. 
He rubbed gently, feeling the hardness of her nipple against his
palm.

Tina sighed and reached for his growing erection, encircling it in
her hand, coaxing his stiffness.  She pushed him back on the bed,
slipping free of his hands to lay beside him.  She kissed his
chest, nipping the flesh between her teeth, sliding lower until her
tongue flicked at the bulbous head of his penis.  William sat up
while she gently rubbed his shaft.  He lifted her blouse and bent
forward, his lips fastened around one of her hardened nipples and
she lay back, across the bed.  Her own hands now left his penis as
she undid the zip of her skirt and wriggled out of it, pushing the
slip of leather to the floor.

William stood up then dropped naked to his knees.  He gripped her
ankles and parted her legs further, nuzzling the silk of her
panties, he licked at her through the thin barrier of silk and her
hands flew to his head, her wide opened mouth making small
involuntary cries as the tension inside of her built.  His tongue
lapped at the edges of the material before squirming inside the
loose elastic and his hand came up to move aside the sopping silk
and he buried his face against her.  Tina lifted her legs and
snaked them around his shoulders, drawing him closer, urging him on
as he began to probe her liquescent cleft with his tongue.  She
stroked his hair, her breathing becoming more laboured as he began
flicking at the hardened bud of her clitoris, then sucked it into
his mouth.  Her long legs jerked convulsively upwards, her ankles
locking against his spine.  Her loins rolled upwards in powerful
thrusts as she cried out, his lips and tongue constantly moving
until he felt her shuddering against him, heard her scream, the
tenseness dissolving out of her.

Tina's breasts trembled and her torso wriggled as William rose
above her and kissed her breasts.  His lips circled her hardening 
nipples and then his mouth kissed one nipple and then the other. 
Then he was rising to his knees, she bending her long legs and
holding them wide apart.  Then William's body was sinking between
her legs.  He came down to his elbows, until his chest felt her
nipples, and his hips were enclosed by the innner parts of her
thighs, and his rigid hardness, guided by her hand, slowly sank
into the folds of the soft, warm, moist wedge -- the warmest part
of her.  William moved deeper into her, and then almost out, and
then deeper again, and back and forth and around and around.

He felt her quickening breath on against his neck, and he wanted
her to moan and give, and open wider and shake.  Below her buttocks
responded to the rhythm of his motions.  William thrust harder and 
faster into her as if trying to weld them into one, and her pelvis
lifted and fell with him, and rotated with him. Then he was
bursting inside her, shuddering, bursting, letting go all his pent
up juices. 

After a long while Tina stirred her hand slipping under the sheets,
searching until it found his flacid penis.  She began to rub it
until he was hard again.  Then she pulled the sheets aside and
leant over and took him in her mouth, allowing her saliva to coat
his purple glans, licking down the length of the hard shaft to his
testicles. Then her moist mouth was back on the end of his
throbbing penis and then more than the end. William groaned.  Her
tongue explored the smooth round head, probed the small fissure. 
She tried to discover how much she could hold, and she drew him in
until she nearly gagged.  His cries and moans encouraged her to try
again and again, until he was rising to meet her.  Then sensing his
needs for her depths and her own needs, she rose, moved her leg
over to straddle him, she lowered her dripping sex onto his organ
with infinite slowness, allowing just the tip to penetrate her,
teasing both herself and William.  Tina lowered herself sharply,
allowing his full-girthed and extended member to slide up inside
her.  The glorious insertion ripped the breath from her and she
moaned loudly arching her back as he penetrated deep, pausing only
a second before begining to move up and down on his rigid erection. 
He grasped the globes of her bottom and moved her, lifting her up
and down.  He closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of his penis
going in and out and her clitoris pressing against his belly.  He
opened his eyes and saw her raised above him leaning back.  As she
leaned back, her shapely breasts jutted forward, her slightly
darker nipples pointing out.  Her sinous body glistening in the
lamplight, his own manhood buried deep within was ready to burst
with rapture.   She raised up along his shaft, and came down as he
raised to meet her.  He felt a surge he couldn't have controled
even if he wanted to.  He cried out when she rose again.  She
pushed against him, feeling a spurting wetness as he shook with
release.   William groaned as he continued to shoot gouts of thick
goo up into her moist shuddering depths.

THE REVENGE

William had taken Tina as his personal concubine as she pleasured
him in many ways that Monica hadn't.  He suspected that Monica had
been two-timing him with his right-hand man Walter so he gave her
for the night to the ugliest man, Kruger, under his command as
punishment.  Kruger dragged Monica immediately to his room and
pushed her back onto the bed.  She felt his left hand sliding
slowly, roughly up inside her dress, stroking the smooth flesh of
her inner thigh, his fingers brushing briefly against the tightly
curled down of her pubic mound.  Then the fingers were gone tracing
paths over her thighs.  He took his hand from beneath her dress and
touched her face as he lay down beside her.  Monica was terrified
of Kruger so she decided to please him as best she could.   She
fumbled with his shirt pulling it open.

As he rolled onto his back she saw the scars that criss-crossed his

torso.  She bent forward and kissed his chest, allowing her tongue
to flick gently against a scar which ran across his chest, licking
it, following it down to his belly where she found another.  She
kissed it, sucked the white flesh into her mouth, her saliva
running into the deep scar, trickling down to the waistband of his
trousers which she began to undo.

Kruger pulled her up, gripping her head between his hands.  Monica
reached out with her right hand and unzipped his trousers, feeling
for his stiffness, aware of the moisture between her own legs, of
the aching in her nipples which pressed against the material of her
dress almost painfully.

She sat up and pulled the dress over her head, throwing it to one
side, then naked she slid onto him, allowing him to raise one thigh
so that it was rubbing against her moist cleft.  She left a stain
on his trousers as she manoevoured herself down his body, licking
the line of scars as if they were guides for her.  She slipt his
trousers and pants off in one movement so that they were both
naked.

Monica trailed her tongue up to his swollen testicles, one of which
she took into her mouth, sucking gently on it.  Then she swiveled
around, lowering her slippery sex towards his face, offering it to
him as she took the head of his penis into her mouth, licking the
clear liquid from the swollen glans.  Kruger parted her pink, puffy
lips with his index finger and ran his tongue over their outer
edges, feeling her shudder as he flicked his tongue deep into her. 
He stirred her wetness for a moment before transferring his
attentions to the hard bud of her clitoris, drawing back the fleshy
hood to reach it, raking it gently with the edges of his teeth.

He felt her release his penis and gasp her pleasure as he licked
faster, sensing her urgency, sensing her desire for release.  He
kissed her inner thighs, brushed his nose through her dewy pubic
hair and smelt the musky odour of her sex and she began to suck him
once more, her hands rubbing his thighs and testicles, knowing that
he too was close.

Kruger grabbed her slim hips in his powerful hands and lifted her
off him, slithering around so that he was beside her, looking down
onto her.

He raised himself up and she parted her legs to welcome him,
moaning softly as she felt the head of his penis probing against
her vagina.  He inched forward, penetrating a fraction then
withdrawing.

He repeated this action half a dozen times, each tiny stroke
greeted by a gasp of pleasure from Monica as she raised her hips in
an attempt to coax him into penetrating her fully.  Instead he
merely moved his swollen organ over and around her slippery sex,
placing his glans against her clitoris for a few seconds before
pushing a little more deeply  into her.

"Please....!" she whispered her breath coming in great racking
gasps.

And he slid into her fully.  The feeling was exquiste and she
arched her back, both because of pleasure and so that he could
penetrate her further.  He began to move rhythmically, each thrust
of his met by her

raising her hips.  She gyrated them gently, her eyes now closed. 
Lost in the pleaure of the moment, she was aware only of his penis
deep inside her and of the growing pleasure, the feeling of which
was building inexorably.  He held her breasts roughly, running his
thumb over the stiff nipples then bending his head to take first
one then the other between his lips.

She felt the warmth begin to spread across her thighs and belly, at
its hottest between her legs.  She raised her legs, locking them
around the small of his back, drawing him deeper as the feeling
reached its peak.   She clawed his back, her nails scratching him,
skimming over deep scars which had long since healed.  He licked
the perspiration from her face as he thrust harder, his own release
now seconds away.

Monica cried out loudly as she climaxed and the sound, coupled with
the vibrations he felt beneath him, pushed him over the edge into
ecstasy.  She moaned more loudly as she felt his thick fluid
filling her, his thrusts still perfectly rhythmic as he poured his
liquid lust into her quivering flesh, his body trembling. 

THE REVENGE II

Monica lay beneath Kruger thinking that William would be surprised
that she had enjoyed his revenge.  Those thoughts were disrupted
when Kruger said "Get dressed Bitch".  Monica waited for him to
roll of her naked flesh before she rose and pulled on a nightgown. 
Kruger was standing naked by a door that led into a adjoining room. 
"Go next door" he ordered her.  Monica had just stepped into the
next room when a massive form swept down and picked up her
struggling body into the air.

Monica stared in horror at the grotesque face of the Satyr.

"No! Nooooaaah!" she screamed as she realised the full extent of
William's revenge.  The Satyr dropped her on top of a table in the
center of the room.  Monica lay on her back with her slim legs
trailing off the edge of the table.

The Satyr leant forward above her and parted the top of her gown to
reveal her upper body.  The creature placed one clawed hand on a
trembling breast, it kneaded the firm globe, feeling the stiffness
of her nipple beneath it's calloused palm, repeating it's actions
on her other breast.  Monica gasped softly as it leant forward to
take first one then the other nipple between it's thick lips,
flicking the erect buds with it's rough tongue.

The Satyr opened her nightgown completly until her entire slender
form was exposed to it, for brief seconds, it allowed it's lustful
eyes to take in every detail of her body.  Her rounded breasts, the
nipples hard and upstanding.  Her flat stomach and the tiny
triangle of hair between her slim legs.  The Satyr dropped to it's
knees before her, it's head hovering between her legs for a moment. 
 Then the ceature planted it's thick lips upon her vagina, tasting
her wetness, allowing it's tongue to lick at her distended lips,
slowly taking each one between it's fangs before lapping it gently.

Monica moaned with pleasure and ground her pelvis against the
creature's face, snaking one leg around the back of it's muscular
neck to draw it in closer.  She closed her eyes and surrended to
the expert ministrations of it's long, massive tongue as it probed
and licked at her most sensitive places, finally fastening it's
thick lips around the stiffness of her clitoris, coaxing it from
its fleshy hood.

The Satyr parted her legs wider with it's huge clawed hands,
running it's calloused fingers softly along the insides of her
thighs, it's mouth now working more swiftly, it's long, thick
tongue flicking rapidly in and out of her liquescent cleft.   As
the creature continued to tease and caress her vagina with it's
tongue Monica felt the first feelings of warmth spread across her
belly and thighs.  Her breathing became more rapid and she gripped
the edge of the table, arching her back to allow the creature
easier access, wanting it to penetrate her even more deeply,
needing the release of orgasm.  The pleasure rose to peak and she
bit at her lip as she came crying out with delight.

The Satyr continued it's skilful manipulations, feeling her body
quiver violently.  Her cries gradually receded into small whimpers
of pleasure and she stroked the creatures fur until it slowly rose,
it's own masive erection now throbbing powerfully.  Monica
whimpered in fear as she saw the size of the creature's member and
the ball's as large as oranges which hung beneath it.  She uttered
a small cry as the creature forced itself between her slim legs,
whimpering softly as it slid it's massive stiff shaft slowly into
her, savouring the tightness of her muscles as they enveloped it's
shaft like a slippery glove.

The Satyr moved effortlessly within her, withdrawing almost to the
limit before pushing deep into her again.   Monica was screaming
all the time now at the indescriable pain.  The creature's massive
shaft had stretched her vagina to the limit.   The Satyr felt her
hands on it's furred broad back, her nails scraping violently
against the flesh of it's spine with each thrust it made into her
flesh.   Monica's throat was hoarse from screaming all she could do
now was croak weakly.  The nipples of her breasts were scraped raw
from the friction of the creature's furred chest.   The Satyr
gripped her hard, forcing itself into her with brutal ferocity, an
animalistic frenzy which had only one purpose.  Their mutual
release.   The creature grunted deep in it's throat as it felt that
ultimate pleasure sweep over it and  Monica too gasped as she felt
the creature's hot fluid filling her, together with the blood from
her torn inner flesh.

THE REVENGE III

Monica's bruised and abused body lay on the table as the Satyr
stalked from the room.  However, her humilation was far from over
as the Barons revenge did not stop with this.  Two sec-men came in
and picking up her nude body they carried to the courtyard, where
they threw her into the mud.  Monica's cry of despair was cut off
as her mouth sank into the slime that covered the courtyard of the
fortress. Lifting her head she saw that the courtyard was filled
with the usual beggars.  They were covered with filth and wore torn
clothes which the guards had castoff.

She heard one of the men who had carried her out say, "She's yours
boys!"

The beggars crowded in around her naked body, her flesh, firm and
white and tremulous against the dark mud.  Monica felt the first
droplets on her slender back as it began to rain.  A bare foot
hooked under her stomach and flipped her over onto her back.  She
vomited the dirt up from her throat as the teeming rain washed the
mud from her body.  She looked up into the circle of evilly excited
faces and tried to rise, opening her mouth to plead.  A foot
stamped upon her long hair, wrenching her head back into the mud,
other feet stamped on her wrists, pinning them to the ground.  A
man crouched at each side of her and splayed her legs, their dirt
encrusted fingers clawing into her ankles.

Monica moaned and prayed for unconciousness, but the rain forced
her to stay aware.  She felt the first beggar's weight sink on to
her, his dirt-encrusted fingers defiling her before he accomplished
a clumsy, searing entry driving his lust into her soft,
unresponsive body.  Monica gasped as she felt the space between her
legs being stuffed with his huge penis.  Then all thoughts blurred
as the beggar began to stroke in and out, pumping faster and
faster.  She heard a voice saying "Hurry up I want to fuck her
too!"  The beggar labouring on top of her answered "Wait your turn
Frank."  Then, Monica felt his body tense and all of a sudden his
white-hot man-juice was spraying into her.

The beggar rolled off of her body and before she knew it Frank was
on top of her easing himself between her splayed thighs, his
rock-hard prick thrusting into her wet snatch.  Monica screwed her
eyes shut at the pain of his entry.  She felt something long and
hard brush against her lips, and when she opened her eyes, she saw
the beggar holding her head waving his cock in her face.

"Open your mouth Bitch!"  His fingers dug painfully into her jaw
forcing Monica's mouth wide open, forcing her to suck his thick
penis down.

Jim stood on the woman's hair holding her head down while the first
beggar fucked her, his white arse moving back and forth between her
long legs.  Then Frank clambered onto her nude body taking hold of
his big cock he pushed it inside her cunt.  Frank started fucking
her like a locomotive thrusting and ramming away, each time Frank's
cock withdrew, Jim could see the woman's creamy pussy juices
covering it.

The sight turned him on and he knelt down taking out his tumescent
penis and rubbed the head of his cock against her cheeks and full
lips.  Monica's eyes opened and he ordered her to swallow his thick
penis. Jim dug his fingers hard into her cheeks forcing her mouth
open and thrusting his pulsing penis inside.  Monica swallowed the
cock, little gurgling sounds coming from her throat as his cock
filled it.  The sight of Monica with her mouth chock-full of his
cock, his pubic hair tickling her nostrils, was the catalyst for
Jim's release.  Growling, Jim grabbed her head and held it as he
started shooting great gobs of semen down her throat.  After he was
finished he moved out of the way so that his friend, Leon, could
have a turn.

Over Frank's grunting, Monica heard the beggar holding her head
groan and then he was exploding in her mouth, shooting his thick
jism down her throat.  Then he pulled away and Monica felt another
man stepping into his place and spreading her lips with his shaft. 
And on it went.  Frank shuddering to his release and being replaced
by a fat beggar, between her spread legs, stuffing his king-size
dick into her vagina.  Monica groaned as his fat shaft stretched
her.  She'd never been so full in her life, and with the other
beggar's dick in her mouth she felt utterly skewered.  Monica felt
the penis in her mouth begin to jerk.  Just as he was about to
come, the new beggar holding her head, withdrew his trembling cock
spurting a fountain of hot spunk into the air and onto her face and
hair.  At the same time the fat beggar was still between her legs,
pushing the full length of his fat prick right up her.  Until at
last he gave one last hard shove.  Monica moaned as she felt him
pumping his hot spunk up into her body.  The fat beggar raised
himself from her nude body his spunk trailed looping as a string
from his penis to Monica's battered vagina.

Monica lost count of the number of times she was raped, there was
no longer any need to hold her prisoner in the mud.  For she had
given in to the inevitable, lost her will to struggle.  Monica felt
hands dragging her to her feet.  As she stood up sperm dribbled
from the side of her mouth and from between her legs.  They dragged
Monica across the court yard and leant her face down over a bench
with her bum in the air.  Then a newcomer licked the palm of his
hand and used his spittle to coat his massive erection.  Kneeling
behind Monica he thrust his massive member wildly into her
cum-filled cunt.  While he shafted her from behind one of the
guards left his post at the door and crossed the courtyard to stand
in front of her bent over form.

The guard unbuttoned his trousers and rubbed the head of his cock
against Monica's bruised lips, then forced his entire penis into
her mouth.  Monica heard the stranger's thighs slapping against her
arse, as she lapped the guard's dick with her tongue and felt his
hands kneading her breasts.  Then, the stranger sank his hard
length into her cunt one last time, yelling as he pumped his creamy
juice into her quivering flesh.

Monica felt the guard grasp the back of her head and begin to
thrust harder, fucking her mouth in time to her bobbing head.  She
felt his penis give a warning tremble and knew that he was about to
come in her mouth.  Monica tried to draw her head away, but the
guard pulled it back and began to savagely pump against her face,
his belly bumping against her nose, his testicle-sac slapping
against her chin. Monica began to make mewling sounds around his
thickness as she tried to breathe.  Suddenly, the guard was
shooting strings of thick goo into her mouth and pulling her face
tightly against his groin so that she couldn't breathe.  Monica's
body began to jerk in an imitation of an orgasm as she began to
suffocate.  Then she went limp.  They left her dead body lying
starkly white in it's nudity against the black mud.

THE RAPE OF ANGIE

Kruger was scouting around Baron William's fort when he saw a young
couple riding a buckboard enter a secluded copse.  Kruger
recognised the girl as a local who always turned away in disgust
when she saw his scarred features. Kruger slipped into the copse
unseen.  The young boy had released the horses from the harnesses
and they were grazing nearby.  The buckboard was a double-seater
with a canopy which weas down.

Angie and a boy were spread across the rear seat.  The front seats
were right forward, their backrests almost flat.  The boys trousers
and underpants were around his ankles.  Angie's dress was half off,
hitched up underneath her breasts which bulged out over the top.
They were bigger than Kruger had ever realized, her nipples red,
hard, pointing straight ahead.  Her panties were off and as she
kneeled he could see up her bare legs into the downy blonde
triangle and the pink lips of her vagina.  She held the boy's erect
penis in one hand, a huge penis.  Slowly sensously, she ran her
hand up and down the shaft, up and down gently.

"Careful,' said the boy .`You'll make me come."

Angie's fingers moved up and down the boy's limp, slimy shaft,
rubbing gently.  She ran her tongue down the boy's chest, pressed
it hard against his belly button, rolled it slowly around.  Then
Angie worked her way further down, took him softly in her mouth and
caressed the shaft with her lips.  Angie played her tongue around
the swelling head, then lightly probed with the tip inside the slit
at the top.  Then she licked the shaft up and down in long steady
strokes, slithered still further down and closed her mouth around
the boy's balls.  Kruger could see flashes of her breasts each time
she raised her head; they were large, white translucent in the glow
of the streetlight.  And he could see flashes of the white skin of
the boy's hardening shaft as Angie worked her mouth up and down it,
and was aroused.  She ran her tongue back up the boy's stomach then
arched above him and began to mount him, pushing his massive cock
inside her and sliding down inch by glorious inch.

The light played on Angie's white breasts; Kruger caught glimpses
of her red, hard nipples as her stomach contracted and expanded as
she slid down on the boy's erection and lifted up, saw her white
thighs, smelled her scents.

Angie slowed, lifting herself gently up high so that the boy almost
came out of her, then slid back down, down over the swollen bulb of
the boy's cock, down the shaft, thrusting her black pubic brush
hard into the soft flesh of his navel.  As she slid back up the
boy's shaft he began to climax.  Kruger sensed it, imagined the
boy's sperm sqirting inside Angie, sensed the pumps in the glands
working, tiny spasms, getting smaller, as the boy's balls emptied
themselves.

Angie and the boy curled up on the backseat.  Angie's dress was a
slack heap around her waist and her naked breasts rested against
the boy's chest.  Kruger suddenly wrenched open the buckboard door. 
The boy twisted around, Kruger leaned in, grabbed the boy by the
hair and punched him in the side of the face.  Angie screamed. 
Kruger pulled the boy out, dragged him out by the legs, the
underpants still round his ankles.  He wrapped his hands around the
boy's neck and squeezed harder and harder.  The boy jerked,
screamed and tore at Kruger's fingers.  Then his body went limp as
the life passed out of him.

Angie was trying to get out of the car, screaming at him, "Please
stop, leave him, don't hurt him, Oh God leave him!"

Kruger released the limp body of the boy and grabbed her by the
throat. He pushed her back into the car, and climbed in on top of
her, pinning her down, pressing her naked body back down on the
seat. Kruger could feel the naked flesh of her shoulders, the soft
firmness of her breasts. Angie was struggling, kicking out at him,
shouting at him.  Kruger tore at his belt, pulled open his
trousers.  She wriggled like a mad thing beneath him.

"No!  Get off, you bastard."

His zip stuck, he tugged at it.  The zip opened with a tearing
sound. Kruger struggled with the catch on his trousers, holding her
down, drowning her screams by putting his mouth over hers and
kissing her, pressing his tongue deep into her mouth.

Kruger pulled his underpants down, held his hard penis, directed it
forwards, felt her slimy wetness, felt the soft flesh of her inner
thighs, the raw scratchiness of her pubic hairs.  He thrust in!
"Aaaaagrh!!" she screamed.  "Noooo!  No!  Help me!"

Angie dug her fingers into Kruger's scarred back.  He felt them

gouging into the flesh, digging right in, drawing blood, but his
plump buttocks continued to thrust between her spread thighs. He
could feel himself deep inside her now.  He could see the look of
shock in Angie's eye's as he drove his massive cock savagely into
her moist depths.

He could feel himself climaxing.  Exploding into her.  Kruger
clutched Angie tightly, pulling her face towards him, pressing her
cheek against his as the convulsions pulsed through him. His penis
shooting hot bullets of jism inside her.  Then it stopped.  He
could feel himself slackening inside her.  Angie had stopped
resisting now. Kruger felt his penis begining to slide out of her
abused vagina as his finger slid around her neck.  After he had
finished Kruger stood up and looked down at her dead body
regretfully, but he knew he had to silence her to preserve his own
life.

ALAN'S STORY

Before Alan had teamed up with Ben and Gunther he had led a quiet
life.  He had even been in love with a girl in his settlement, but
then she had been killed in front of him.  This had caused him to
become bitter and after he met Ben and Gunther, he become a stone
cold killer and rapist.  However, on some occasions he thought back
to the last time he and Candy had made love.

Candy was blonde and pretty, with tiny freckles on each cheek,
waiflike thin, and with a pair of perfectly round breasts.  Her
pale breasts were framed by faded tan lines. The nipples redder
than the head of his cock and they tasted of salty sweat as his
tongue ran over them.  Her bush was thick and hairy.  Alan poked
his finger through her furry jungle and found the pink treasure
sunken within.

Candy groaned as his knit his fingers and pushed them between her
pink glistening folds.  Moving in and out as her hips ground
forward against his hand.  Then Candy knelt on the carpet before
him on all fours.  Alan looked down at her naked back and her tight
pink buttocks.  Still standing he drove his dick into her sopping
delta. Candy pressed her face into the carpet as he pumped from
behind, her soft buttocks jiggling with each new thrust.  Her inner
lips grasped his cock as he pulled almost all the way out of her
cunt, then dove back quickly inside.

Alan bent forward and reached underneath and grabbing handfulls of
her soft warm breasts in his palms.  His back ached, but he
continued his knee-bend plowing into her pulsating depths.  The
tickle at the tip of his dick had now spread the entire length of
his shaft.  Alan nearly slipped when he pulled out from her vagina,
but she turned and grabbed his thighs with both hands to steady
him. Alan's massive phallus was level with her face.

"Cover me!" Candy exhaled. She grabbed the base of his erection and
yanked a couple of hard strokes.  Alan's ball-sac tingled and the
cum leaped from its cell, splashing her dainty face with
fullthrottle blast.  Candy rubbed the thick, white jism from her
cheeks and sucked her sticky fingers like a naughty little girl. 
Sperm bounced off her chin as Alan's cock shuddered and spurted
again.

Alan aimed the last spurt of jism at her tight young breasts with
the fully erect nipples, spattering her heaving breasts.

Alan smiled at the memory then it disappeared when he remembered
what had happened later that day.  He had left the homestead to run
errands in town.  When he had returned it was to find the door of
the farm burst from its hinges.  Alan ran inside the house and
heard sounds coming from the bedrooms.  He moved swiftly to the
door of the first bedroom and paused terrified at the sight he
beheld.  On the bed lay the body of Candy's sister, Fay, smothered
in blood. Her clothes had been torn off her, and her neck and
breasts had been savagely clawed. Between her thighs were two deep
dark bloody holes evidence that someone or something had doubly
violated her. Alan turned to the other room and there was the beast
itself.  It was poised in the act of raping Candy, rearing up over
her pale spread-eagled body with its hairy back arched and its
buttocks clenched.

Candy whimpered and sobbed.  Her eyes were closed and there was
blood running from the side of her mouth.  The beast pushed against
her, two or three lewd, deep stokes that made her shudder.

"Get off her" Alan screamed.

The beast turned towards him and then slowly began to lift itself
up, withdrawing itself from Candy.

Alan couldn't help looking.  A long hard penis, thicker than
anything human, came sliding out of Candy's vagina.  Her pink
bloodied flesh clung to it as if she was reluctant to let it go. 
Then as the beast raised itself up even further, Alan saw a second
penis, just as thick, emerging from her anus.

Blood spilled out and stained the sheets.

The beast rose up on its hind legs.  The front of its body was
shaggy with brown fur.  It's two penises, one above the other,
reared up between its thighs.  It held its horned head high and
looked to one side as if for orders.  It was then that Alan saw a
man sitting behind the bed watching everything.

"Dispose of him," the man ordered the beast.

The beast moved across the room with blinding speed siezing Alan
with one clawed hand it threw him across the room against the far
wall.  as he struck the wall Alan heard a sickening crack and felt
his body being wracked by pain. He collapsed into a heap on the
floor and lay there unable to move.  Another man entered the room
and spoke to the one sitting down.

"Come on Thorpe lets go.  We found where they stashed the money."
Thorpe answered, "I'm not finshed watching the mutant play yet."

Alan realized that the beast had returned to the bed and was
standing over Candy's naked form.  It was hideous, tall and shaggy
with fur.  Between its thighs, half hidden in its shaggy fur, two
immense organs hung, one above the other, and the heads of them
shone as dark and dull as poisonous fruit.  The beast fell upon
Candy and mounted her again, forcing itself into her body.  She
screamed in pain and in agony, and pulled at it's fur as it drove
deeper into her, its hairy haunches moving back and forth between
her wide-apart thighs.

Alan's ears were filled with the sound of Candy's panting breath
and moaning groans as she bounced up and down on the bed in
response to the beasts thrusts.

The beast paused for a moment turning it's head to look at Thorpe,
it's eyes glowed slanted and orange, like a wolf.  It stank of
stale animal sweat, and it was grunting with grotesque delight. 
Then the horned beast leaned forward on Candy again and began to
push itself deeper and deeper into her trembling body.  Candy
moaned, and the beast's bristley hair made a horrifying prickling
sound against the bedcover.

Then, the beast stood up with Candy's nude body clasped in its
arms.  Candy's naked back and her pale, quivering buttocks were
facing Alan.  The beast clutched her tight, it fur sparkling with
static.  As it clutched her it slowly turned, taking Candy with it,
both of them still coupled in that unholy and terrifying act of
intercourse.  Alan could hear Candy whining with the pain and the
pleasure of what the beast was doing to her, and even in the gloomy
light of the room he could see it's two dark shiny erections
thrusting into the whiteness of her body, one penetrating her
vagina and the other penetrating her bottom.  There was nothing
that he could do to stop this bestial and terrifying rape.

Candy started to scream.  Not loudly.  But with a kind of hoarse,
soft note of horror, as if she recognized at last what was being
done to her, as if she could feel at last the agony of torn vaginal
tissues and stretched rectal muscles.

It was then that the beast reached it's ghastly and convulsive
climax shooting great wads of jism into Candy's torn, soft flesh.. 
The beast's  long hard penis, came sliding out of Candy's vagina. 
Her pink bloodied flesh clung to it as it withdrew.  At the same
time it's second penis, just as thick, was emerging from her anus.

The semen sprayed everywhere, the droplets of semen flew all over
the room as it's two penises, one above the other, slid out of
Candy's vagina and anus mixed with her blood.  Alan heard Candy
screaming in a hoarse voice "No,no, no.."

He saw the beast's repulsive haunches shaking with orgasm, as it
continued to spurt great gobs of semen against Candy's soft belly.
The last thing Alan saw was Candy's used body dropping onto the
bed.

ALAN'S STORY II - THE REVENGE

From that day forth Alan lived to have his revenge on the man
called Thorpe..  After many years of serving the Baron he finally
found the man.  Alan knocked on the door. When Bob Thorpe opened it
Alan struck him on the head with a cudgel.  Ben and Gunther grabbed
him before he could fall to the ground. Alan ran into the house,
along a corridor and into the kitchen.  Thorpe's son was sitting at
the table and his wife was standing by the sink.  Emma was wearing
a polka dotted halter and blue shorts.  Alan was transfixed by her
green eyes, ripe lips, extremely deep cleavage in the halter and
the long, taut, smooth, sexy, elegant legs.

"Don't move," he ordered, as Ben and Gunther dragged the limp body
of Thorpe into the kitchen.

When Thorpe regained consciousness Alan told him, "You going to
watch me screw your wife."

Alan stood by the sink, leaned against the counter. "Come here,
Emma. Do what I say or we'll kill your husband and son."

Emma got up. Came to him."Take of your halter"

Reaching behind her back, she slipped the knot, and the polka
dotted cloth fell to her feet. Her breasts fell free. Heavy.
Beautifull.

Her breasts were large, exquisitely curved, upthrust.  A few
freckles. Pink nipples not much darker than her untanned skin.

She kicked the halter out of her way.

"Jeremy, did you know your mother looked so nice?"

The boy swallowed hard. "No."

Thorpe struggled in the grip of Ben and Gunther who were holding
him. Alan laughed, "Relax, Thorpe there's nothing you can do."

Alan reached out touching Emma's breasts, staring into her
shimmering green eyes.

"You 're very firm."

She shivered.

"Bob..."

"He can't help you."

Alan squeezed her breasts.

"My son..."

"He's watching.  It's all right if he watches.  Didn't he suck on
these when he was a baby?"

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

"Cup your breasts with your hands."

She did as she was told.

She wept.

"Squeeze them.  Pull on the nipples."

"Don't make me do this."

"Come on, little animal."

Alan watched as she caressed herself, her nipples swelled and
turned a darker shade of pink.  She was breathing heavily.

He giggled.  "Take off your shorts."

She did.

"And your panties.  You're a real blonde, I see.  Now, put one hand
between those pretty legs.  Finger yourself.  That's it.  That's a
good girl."

Standing her feet wide apart, masturbating, she was a stunning
sight. She threw back her head, golden hair trailing like a golden
banner, mouth open, face slack.  She was gasping for breath.
Shivering. Twitching. Moaning. With her free hand, she was still
caressing her breasts.

"Emma."

Shuddering, gasping, her knees bending slightly, she climaxed as
her index finger worked industriously between her legs.

"Emma."

At last she looked up at him.  She was beginning to perspire.  Her
hair was dark and damp at the brow.


"Bend over," Alan told her.

Sobbing, shaking, begging him not to hurt her, Emma did she had
been told.  Her face glistened with tears. She was almost
hysterical.  So beautifull...

Emma Thorpe bent over and braced her arms on the kitchen table. 
When she was in position, her white butt thrust up at him, she
looked over her shoulder at him.  Her face was pale and streaked
with tears.  Her eyes were wide.

"Lovely," he said.

Alan stepped in behind her and with both hands stroked the
gracefull curve of her back.  Then, he dropped his trousers and his
underpants.He was ready, the veins about to burst, hard as iron,
bigger than he'd ever been, big as a stallion's gun, a horse cock. 
And red.  So red it looked as if it had been smeared with blood. 
He ran one hand over her buttocks, over the golden hairs on her
back, along her side, under to the swinging breast pinched the
nipple, smoothed her flank, pinched her ass, slipped his fingers
between her thighs, to her pubes.  She was wet, dripping.

Alan seized her hips and leaned close.  She was so wet he needed no
lubrication to penetrate her.  He slid deep with one fluid thrust
and rocked in and out of her, down and down filling her, tight
within her, moving her.  The muscles in his arms bulged, each well
defined, as he suported himself over her.  His buttocks were as
hard as stone as he pounded farther into her with each galvinizing
stroke. With each each inch of prick he jammed into her...each
stroke -- the more brutal the better -- the more excited he became.

Alan wanted to pound her.  Bruise her.  Use her until she was raw.
Hurt her.  With every blade of pain he sent through her the greater
his pleasure became.  By mounting this lean blonde animal, by
battering relentlessly into her, tearing her apart with his
hugeness, he was gaining his revenge on Thorpe.  His huge
glistening erection continued tearing into the stunning blonde's
quivering body.

Alan leaned forward and shivered with delight as he pushed his
cream-cannon deep inside Emma until his balls, hanging loose and
heavy in their sac, nestled deliciously up against the dense tangle
of her pubic hair. Alan allowed himself to fold fully forwarsds
across the warmth of Emma's back, reaching his hands around at the
same time cupping and stroking her thirt-eights, which seemed, in
this position, hung low and seemed to weigh a ton apiece.
Eventually the pleasure grew to great and Alan withdrew his massive
shaft.  But as the tip of his shaft left her vagina, even before
the head had slipt properly out of her, he ejaculated
uncontollably, his semen first spurting inside her and then as he
withdrew into the crack between her buttocks.  His legs gave way. 
Crying out he fell on her.

Emma collapsed onto the hard table, her heavy breasts squashed
beneath her.  She felt Alan's warm semen trickling out of her and
down her thighs.

Alan rose from Emma's naked body and pulled his pants on.  He
smiled at Thorpe, who glared back with hatred in his eyes.  "Your
turn Gunther."

Gunther and Ben rapidly tied Thorpe to the kitchen chair and shoved
a gag into his mouth.  Gunther moved behind Emma who continued to
lie face down on the kitchen table, spreading the newspaper with
her breasts as she did so.

"I'm going to fuck you from behind." Gunther muttered.

He ran his hands up and under her thighs pulling them apart.
Grabbing her hips, Gunther pulled her backwards onto the swollen
shaft of his penis. He pushed his cock all the way into the inmost
recesses of her cunt.  Emma cried out as she felt Gunther ram his
cock hard into her, forcing himself deep inside her.  Holding her
tight, Gunther slammed his thick cock into her again and again, up
her cunt, her bum slapping against his thighs every time he thrust
his hips forward.

Emma groaned at the pain.  Gunther leaned forward, his paunch
resting on her back, his hands slipped beneath her body, and
grabbed both her breasts with his hands, his dirty fingers leaving
smudges of mud on her white, sweaty skin.  Her perspiration washed
the smudges off, but it could not wash away the red marks his paws
left behind.  Emma groaned at the pain.  Then Gunther began to
moan, his foul breath hot against the back of her neck, his thrusts
jerky and brutal.  Then he exploded in her depths, shooting his
semen into her in ragged spurts.

Gunther rose from Emma's limp body.  Alan smiled at Thorpe who was
still struggling against the cords that bound him to the kitchen
chair, his face red from trying to scream through the gag.

"It's not over yet Thorpe.  Ben still has to try some of this
meat." Ben moved forward to the table his hands pulling off his
clothes.  He paused and looked down at Emma lying face down over
the kitchen table her bountifull buttocks raised in the air.

Ben laughed, "Turn over woman.  I want to see your face when I'm
inside you."

Emma wriggled around till she was lying on her back, her breasts

soft and bouncy and big and her nipples crinkled like fresh
raspberries.  Ben stroked the shaft of his penis up and down. He
reached out and parted her thighs.  Her pink sex was open and
glistening.  Ben took the dark, engorged flesh of his penis in one
hand, and raising it slightly so that he could position it between
Emma's clinging, petallike labia.

Ben paused for a moment. He gripped her hips so tightly that his
fingers dug into them, pulling her onto his massive shaft.  Emma
gave a moan as his penis ran smoothly up inside the whole warm,
slippery length of her vagina.  Then Ben withdrew, and then slid
into her again, deeper and harder, so that their pubic hair was
tangled together.  He went up and down, harder and quicker.  There
was a sucking of juice, a panting and whispering and hurrying
gasps.  Ben felt his balls tightening, tighter and tighter.  He
came.  The first spurt of sperm shot right inside her, but then he
slipt out of her, and the second spurt licked up her stomach and
across her thigh. Emma's breasts reddened from orgasm and her
nipples grew stiffer, as Ben shot white pearls of sperm onto her
dark curly pubic hair.

Alan smiled at Emma and told her to get dressed.  Emma crawled off
the table and then staggered to her room, where she pulled on a
simple blouse and skirt.  When she returned the three men took her
and Bob with them outside.  They left Jeremy behind in the kitchen.

Thorpe gasped and tried to scream through the gag when he saw what
awited them.

"You see Thorpe, you're not the only one who can have a mutant,"
Alan mocked.

"Take her!" he screamed at the mutant.

The waiting beast tore off Emma's blouse with one savage sweep of
it's hand.  Thorpe struggled against the cord that bound him, as he
saw her pale naked back scored with claw marks.  Her bare breasts
with the beast's dark nails digging into the pale, tremulous flesh.

The beast dragged off her skirt.  Then raised her high up in it's
arms, like a nude doll, even though Emma was kicking and screaming.

Out of the thick fur between it's thighs, it's two jet-black
erections rose, swollen and livid.  The beast stretched apart
Emma's thighs and began to lower her slowly toward them.  They
heard Emma shriek as the first penis began to force its way between
her legs, penetrating her vagina and then the other one penetrating
her bottom, as the beast thrust between her wide apart thighs.

The beasts two massive pieces of meat thrusting up inside her
pulsating depths.  The beast thrust forward with more power than a
jackhammer and it's two fucking meatsticks nearly tore right
through Emma and came out the other side.  A trickle of blood ran
down from the corner of her mouth from the internal damage it's two
penises were doing.  Emma screamed, as it continued to buck against
her like a stallion impales a broodmare.  Thump, thump, thump went
it's viciously vibrating members.  The beast was throttling her
vagina and anus with it's bulging, pulsating, regal penises,
sending spasms of pleasure and pain up and down Emma's cavities. 
As it's dark erections plugged her two entrances and sandpapered
her distended clitoris, Emma began screaming hysterically.  It was
then that the beast pulled out of her to shoot it's bloated jism
from it's two spattering spunkholes all over Emma's  heaving
breasts.



THE INDUCTION

Baron William inducted a new recruit to his band, a great bear of
a man called Max. To welcome him to the fort the Baron gave him a
woman that had been sent as tribute from one of the villages in
Williams domain.

Max waited for her in his chamber wearing a simple robe to cover
his nakedness.  When the guards pushed the woman into the room he
stood up and let the robe fall.  In one dramatic moment, Max stood
naked in front of her, his throbbing, erect penis jutting out
appearing enormous to Brenda.  She stood frozen with fear.  He
walked forward.  Abruptly, Max thrust his rough hands onto the
woman's chest grasping the cloth there.  With a single sweep of his
arm he ripped the thick cotton dress from her and her breasts
bounded into view.  She wore only a pair of yellow panties
underneath.  Her breasts were large, beautiful pink pendulums, the
aureolas huge, covering the entire front of each orb.

Max pressed her backwards on to the bed, holding her down, his
hands against her shoulders while he spread her legs with his
powerful thighs.  Slowly Max lowered his great weight onto the body
of the woman.  The flesh between his legs grew hot and hard..  His
tongue slipped out between his lips and probed the inside of her
mouth.

Brenda felt his hand reaching between her legs.  She heard the
ripping of cloth, felt a momentary draft between her legs, as he
ripped away her panties.  Brenda was aware of his hand moving down
to her vagina, the fingers roughly prying, opening the contracted
lips.  It was then that he entered her, using the spittle from his
own mouth as lubrication.

Brenda felt his penis -- larger and more powerful than she could
ever have imagined -- burn its way, white hot, inside her.  Max
clenched his buttocks as he drove forward, penetrating her fully
with his hard, thick penis, his massive body spreading her long
legs.  His enormous erection thrusting up inside her shivering
depths.  Max grunted repeatedly as he thrust his throbbing meat
into Brenda's juicy gash.

He felt his balls give a warning tremble and he pulled his cock out
of her vagina.  Standing up he grabbed her by her long hair with
one hand and pulled Brenda to her knees.  Her face was level with
his distended organ as his other hand rapidly wanked it.  Suddenly
a massive volley of sperm blasted out of him, hitting Brenda full
in the face and trailing down her chin and into the valley between
her large breasts.

After he had taken Brenda, Max walked back to the Fort's main hall
to join in the celebrations.  A nearby village had sent a woman,
Julie, and a young girl, Dawn, as tribute to the Baron.  Baron
William kept the young girl for himself, but made the woman
available to the men. After the men had their fun with her, they
would watch a floorshow by the fort's whore's Karen and Mitzi.  Max
was looking forward to the fun.  When he entered the hall he saw 
the men grab the woman, Julie, and pull her down to the floor.
Baron William watched as his men spread her long legs and pulled
her skirt up to her waist.  Her little furry twat clearly revealed. 
Walter kneeled between her legs with a medium sized English
cucumber, lubed by soft yellow margerine, in his right hand. 
Bending forward he shoved it halfway up her pussy, as Julie cried
out in agony.  In and out, back and forth between her thighs.  Then
he cast the cucumber to one side.

Walter ripped open her top and blouse, exposing Julie's large
breasts. Walter leant forward, pressing her breasts together so he
could lick her cleavage and large nipples. Then he stood up and
began undressing while the men picked her up and put her on the
dining room table. She lay on the table like some ritual sacrifice,
a huge candlestick holder on either side of her, naked apart from
her silk stockings and suspenders. Walter climbed onto the table,
lying above her, his massive throbbing cock poised for entry into
her cunt.  Walter grabbed hold of his cock aiming it at Julie's
already slippery slit, and pushed it up inside her. As Walter
pushed his hot penis further inside Julie's cunt, he felt her
juices break and flow out of her onto the tabletop.  Walter began
pumping his cock in and out of her like a steamengine. Julie's
breasts flopped about as Walter bucked and fucked furiously.  Even
the candlesticks on either side of her, on the sturdy wooden table,
began to shake from the force of his thrusts into her body. Julie's
breasts shook back and forth eveytime Walter thrust his hard cock
up inside her. Walter felt her vaginal muscles gripping him
tightly, it was then that he shot his first burst of semen into
her, creaming the insides of her fanny walls.  Then he pulled out
of her vagina to spray her pubic bush with his hot semen.

Ben clambered onto the table as soon as Walter was finished.  He
grabbed Julie and turned her over, making her kneel on all fours on
the table.  Then he guided his cock inside her, lifting her
buttocks so that she could take his full length.  Everyone watched
while Julie knelt on all fours, her breasts jiggling as Ben fucked
her from behind.  It was like an ancient ritual being played out,
with the candles on either side of the coupling pair and the table
like some raised altar.  One of the watchers reached out and cupped
her bouncing breasts in his hands while Julie was on all fours. 
Ben was building to a frenzy. Seconds later, he whipped his cock
out of her cunt and came in floods of hot, creamy spunk all over
Julie's back and buttocks. 

Julie just stayed there on all fours, spunk trickling down her
bottom and her heavy breasts still being cupped in the other man's
warm hands. She was just about to collapse on the table when she
felt another hard cock enter her cunt. Julie turned her head around
and saw Alan smiling at her.  He started fucking her exceedingly
wet hole. Julie remained kneeling down on the table in front of
him. It took only a few strokes before she was squirming and
bucking like mad in the deep throes of orgasm.  After one more push
and Alan was there too, and he pulled his cock out just in time to
see hot jets of spunk shooting into her damp hair and all over her
back, leaving gobs of semen on her damp skin. 

The watcher who had cupped her breasts stood up and dropped his
trousers.  Taking his cock in one hand he pushed it towards Julie's
sensuous mouth.  Julie reached out and took it in her one hand,
licked the long shaft and kissed the throbbing helmet before
opening wide and taking it in.  It was hot and she could feel each
and every vein with her tongue and lips.  His balls were tight and
she held them gently while her mouth went up and down his mighty
cock.  Julie sucked and licked at his length until she felt him
come.  At first she felt the hot jets spurting into her mouth and
began to take it down in great gulps. But then her mouth was
filling faster than she could swallow so she took it out of her
mouth and started to vigourously wank him off. And still his lovely
cock wouldn't stop coming. It was spurting sperm all over her face
and naked body.

Before Julie knew what was happening the watcher was replaced by
Baron William who had already dropped his trousers and was shoving
his cock at her semen flecked face.  Julie pushed her delicate pink
tongue tip into the opening of his foreskin and flicked it against
the tender skin of his cock head. She took a fold of his foreskin
between her moist lips and peeled it back.  Making a circle of her
mouth Julie lowered her head onto his shaft and sucked beautifully
on the mushroom shaped crown of his penis, massaging his spunk
heavy balls with one hand and sqeezing the base of his prick with
the other. Suddenly William shoved her hands away and began fucking
her mouth at full throttle, jamming his pole in up to the hilt and
knocking her back on the table.  His long broad cock thrusting into
her warm wet mouth and all the way down her throat.  As his broad
cock descended Julie attempted frantically to struggle free, but
his hands gripped her head tightly.  She managed to gulp down every
inch as William filled her gaping jaws with his hugeness.

Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and pushed her so that she
flopped onto her back on the table.  William grunted like a hungry
pig and pulled her slick cunt lips apart with his brutal fingers,
leering at her swollen pink clit.  He clambered onto the table
between her splayed legs.  Kneeling he took one of Julie's ankles
in each hand, rammed his thick swollen cock into her hole over and
over with all the aggression his balls could muster.  Julie's tight
slit clamped onto his dick resisting each stroke.

"No!" she cried her hips jerking as William pumped his prick into
the wet flesh at the juncture of her thighs.

"Whore" he yelled digging his fingers deep into the soft, pale
flesh below her calves.  Julie went limp from the intense pain.
William added his own fluid to her lithe curls when he pulled out
his greasy length and spurted freely, not bothering to aim. Some of
his jizz splattering all the way up to her cheek, leaning forward
his tongue darted to slurp it up.

Max came to where Julie was lying naked on the table. She was all
honey brown and gold except for the narrow white band around her
full breasts and the triangle of her hips and legs. The coral pink
of her nipples was erect and swollen and the soft down between her
legs glisten with moisture and white threads of semen.

Max climbed up beside her, his thigh pressed tightly between her
legs, a gun in his hand held to her face.  He pumped his thigh
forcefully into her crotch, as he coaxed the gun closer to her
face, to her lips. he pulled her head back by her long chestnut
hair and urged the gun to her lips. Fearfully Julie parted them.
Max began a slow pumping motion with the gun, probing sensually
into her mouth, deeper and deeper with each gentle motion. Julie
resisted at first, then yielded out of fear. Her lips and tongue
moved in erotic persuasion. The gun probed deeper, her head moving
slowly forward and backwards in an increasing tempo. The cold
hardness of the gun yielded to another hardness, a warmer, more
substantial bulk. It was no longer a gun, but his penis.

Julie mouthed the organ with desperation, wanting to end this
nightmare as soon as possible. The organ grew larger and larger,
until it would no longer fit in her mouth. She whimpered, making
noises deep in her throat. Max withdrew his enormous cock and moved
over her writhing naked form.  Then he put himself on top of her,
between her legs. Max  slowly lowered himself into her. It was like
dipping into a tub of boiling oil.   Julie writhed, in pain, when
he mounted her and drove the enormous, ever-increasing organ into,
her over and over and over again. Its size was unbelievable, it was
assaulting her, hurting her, yet bringing pleasure too.

Julie moaned as Max rocked back and forth rubbing his pubic ridge
against her clitoris.  Then he began slamming into her harder and
harder, filling the room with the explosive sound of violence.
Wildly she shook her head from side to side screaming out for him
to stop. Max pushed his hands beneath her stuggling body and
grabbed a buttock in each hand, pulling her body up his enormous
penis as he thrust into her her love-tunnel. Impatiently he gripped
her buttocks harder and harder as he pulled her onto his giant
prick again and again.

The air was spilling from her lungs in gasps as he filled her up.
Max reached up with his hands and squeezed Julie's breasts and
pulled them towards his face.  He took her nipples into his mouth
and sucked until they were bright red and swollen. His testicles
were hard and tightly knotted at the base of his shaft.  Julie felt
his testicles swell and begin their discharge.  A fiery liquid heat
began to sear her loins as Max began shooting his juices into her
depths, thick strings of cum filling her up to the brim.

Julie felt strong hands grabbing her ankles and pulling her
semen-flecked body off the table.  She landed in a naked heap o the
floor at Gunther's feet. Looking up she could see he his pasty,
hairy flesh and the paunch that hung low, and just below the
throbbing maleness. Reaching down Gunther grabbed a fistfull of
blonde hair and pulled Julie painfully to her knes in front of him. 
He pulled her face into his groin, her soft cheeks rubbing against
his erect organ.  It was obvious what he wanted.  Julie wrapped her
hand around his raging cock, it was big and fat and hard and
already dribbling a little bit, she licked teasingliy at the
bulging helmet, licking away the droplets of precome and then ran
her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, slowly at first and
then faster.  Gunther felt her mouth drop down around the tip, her
warm lips enveloping his cock head as her saliva poured down his
broad length.

Gunther moaned and closed his eyes as Julie took the the top two
inches into her mouth and sucked him long and passionately. She
stroked his balls with her fingertips, and speeded up her sucking
and then his hips started jerking.  Gunther's prick jerked upwards
so powerfully it almost escaped Julie's grasp as Gunther yelled
with pleasure as the spasm gripped him, his monstorous cock jerking
wildly, pulling hard in Julie's fist then there was the smell of
spunk in the air as the heavy jetting strings of dense white seed
burst repeatedly and furiously from the slit of his bloated purple
glans, plastering Julie's face with a hot stream of obscene
criss-crossing strands and globs.

They left Julie lying naked on the dirty floor as they turned to
watch the floorshow.  The Baron applauded as Karen came to stand
naked in the center of the hall, her firm round tits rising with
each breath, a strap on dildo, eight inch veined rubber, in her
slender hands.

After the applause ended Karen, one leg at a time stepped into the
strap on harness.  Mitzi walked naked across the hall to where
Karen was standing and dropped on her knees, she tickled the tip of
the fake prick with her tongue and continued down to the base of
the shaft. Mitzi stood up and turned her back to Karen. She
wriggled her bare bottom, bent over and grabbed both ankles, her
butt cheeks parting. Karen bent her knees and tried to stick the
rubber dick inside the waiting box, but missed the bright pink
target. When the rubber dildo finally slithered through Mitzi's
labes, Karen pumped in and out of Mitzi, her pussy lips making the
cutest sloshing sound every time Karen accidentaly pulled all the
way out.  Ben dropped his trousers and joined the pair. He poised
his stiff  prick near Mitzi's mouth. "Suck it honey!" he ordered.

Mitzi's mouth consumed all five inches of him, all the way down to
his balls. Every time Karen banged the dildo into waiting vagina,
Mitzi's tonsils scraped the head of Ben's heavy schlong. Ben
wrapped his fingers around her heavy breasts, kneading them like
bread dough.

Ben pulled his throbbing penis from her oral portal and walked
around to Karen's backside. "What an ass!" he murmoured. Ben knelt
and peeled apart her cheeks to run his tongue along her vaginal
lips.  Karen tasted sweet and he plunged his tongue deeper into her
delicious hole. Ben stood and eased his swollen cock between her
cheeks, piercing the lubricated target, which closed around him
tightly.

Karen clenched him tighter as she pumped Mitzi's muff with greater
vigour. They almost toppled over until they got in synch. Ben's
butt pumps forced Karen's fake cock deeper into Mitzi's poon.

Ben pulled out of Karen's fanny and swung his legs over Mitzi's
bent back, straddling her slender hips. He was facing Karen now,
watching her firm round tits heaving up and down. He blew across
her chest, his sperm clinging like icicles to her erect, red
nipples. His knees buckled and the three of them collapsed to the
floor. Mitzi licked the jism from his softening penis and sucked
her own juices from Karen's strapper. 

The Baron's men were on their feet applauding Ben's participation.

Baron William rose a wicked smile on his face and gave instructions
for another type of floorshow.  Two burly men rushed to carry out
his order's, while a third left to call the Satyr.  The two burly
men dragged Julie to the center of the room. Her hair was ruffled,
her face streaked with dry cum, her tits hung like heavy pendulums,
her stockings were laddered. Julie struggled to free herself, while
the men held her wriggling form. She was screaming "No, no no..."

The victim was forced to lean back against the upright piano and
spread her legs. Two men gripped her ankles while Mitzi strapped
the monstorous, black veined-rubber dildo to her crotch. Then in
full view of everyone she shuffled up between the reluctant
victim's thighs and christened her cunt with ten supple inches of
rubber dick.  The sight of Mitzi's bottom thrusting back and forth
between Julie's spread thighs and the fake cock thrusting in and
out was intensely erotic.

The Baron clapped his hands and they left Julie alone in the center
of the room.  The Satyr came forward it's phallus swollen and
beating against the air.  It ran it's calloused hands over Julie's
heavy breasts and bursting plum-coloured nipples.  Then it forced
the woman to her knees with one massive hand, while the other
guided it's giant cock, hard and thick like a baseball bat. Julie's
eyes fell to the creature's thrusting phallus. She opened her mouth
and placed it on the Satyr's hugeness. Julie closed her mouth
around the bulbous head and almost gagged.

There was liquid seeping from the glans, it stuck to her tongue
like mucus, oozing with greater urgency as she licked the swollen
organ.  The stench was now almost unbearable and Julie knew that
she was going to be sick.  She tried to straighten up but the huge
calloused hand held her firm, her mouth fixed over the massive
throbbing penis which seemed to be swelling even more. The creature
felt the tiny sharpness of her teeth on it's raw glans and in it's
excitement dug it's hands deep into her luxuriant mane of blonde
hair and jammed itself into her mouth, driving it's large penis
violently up until it touched the back of her throat. Julie's eyes
bulged madly in their sockets as she felt her mouth filled to
bursting point by the    huge, stiff, reeking rod which had impaled
her mouth.  Julie retched, tried to straighten up but the hand
gripped and held her.  Her cheeks swelled as she struggled to
retain the hugeness that thrust into her mouth. Julie tasted more
fluid on her tongue as it's massive penis thrust violently between
the circle of her lips. Julie sat back as the pressure on the back
of her neck was released, her mouth opening wide as she began to
choke and cough.

Looking up at the Satyr it seemed even more like an animal than
before. Shoulders, chest and belly were covered with thick fur out
of which sprang the masssive erection. Julie felt a weakness in her
legs as she struggled to her feet.  The Satyr placed it's hands
under her armpits and lifted her naked body high in the air over
it.  The creature laughed. Julie almost fainted looking down at it.
Slowly the creature began to lower her on to it's  massive, thick
shaft. Her legs came up, circling it's waist, as the beast began to
enter her. It was as if a giant shaft of white-hot steel were
penetrating her vitals. Julie began to moan as it opened her and
climbed higher into her body up to her stomach. She was panting now
like a bitch in heat. But there was no other way she could breathe.
She clung to the beast in sudden weakness.  As if she were
weightless, it crossed the room with her wrapped around it.  The
Satyr stopped by the side of the table, then suddenly threw her
from it onto the wooden table. Julie stared up at the animal in
shock, her legs still open and drawn back, her knees almost by her
belly. She felt empty, almost hollow, as if it had withdrawn all of
her insides with itself.

Then the Satyr was poised over her, like a giant animal blocking
out the light until all she could see was it. It's hands reached
and grasped each of her heavy breasts as if it wanted to tear them
from her body. Julie moaned in pain and writhed, her pelvis
suddenly arching and thrusting involuntarily toward the animal. The
Satyr thrust violently into her waiting receptacle, driving it's
large penis up until her tight belly spasmed from the pain of it's
entry. Julie's eyes opened wide as she felt her vagina filled to
bursting point.   She cried, the tears spring into her eyes.  She
couldn't overcome the spasm of pain, one after the other as it
slammed into her fully, with the force of the giant body presses
she had seen once in a factory. The strength was something she had
never known before as the massive shaft thrust in and out of her
depths. Her cunt lips stretched and sucked at the slippery
cock-meat as it slid back and forth.  Julie could feel it's purple
testicles, the size of apples, bouncing against her dense tangle of
pubic hair each time it thrust into her, rubbing against her flesh. 
She felt them begin to undulate, felt them contract, ready to spill
their contents.  A roar came from deep inside it's throat and it's
leathery hands tightened on her breasts.  Julie half screamed and
her hands grabbed into the fur on it's chest. It's massive penis
jerked violently and the end seemed to open, expelling it's
emission. Then all it's weight seemed to fall in on her, crushing
the breath from her body, and she felt the hot onrushing gusher of
it's semen turning her insides into viscous, flowing lava.   The
thick semen poured from it's massive penis in a sickly white
torrent as the creature withdrew from her shivering body and, as
she looked down, she saw the massive penis was still jerking, still
spurting, propelling semen from the glans in a thick fountain. 
Some of the thick dick-goo spurted over her breasts and flat
stomach in thick gobs and strings.  Julie gazed once again at the
Satyr's huge phallus and saw the last drops of semen spill from the
slit in the bulbous head and drop onto her abused and battered
flesh.

After the entertaining floor-show Baron William went back to his
rooms where the young girl, Dawn, was awaiting his pleasure.  She
was wearing brief panties and a very sheer top that he could see
right through.  Her body was delicate and lovely.  Dawn's small
budding breasts were beautiful, her hips rounded like a woman's. 
William became instantly aroused.  Dawn stared at him with her big
eyes as he fumbled with his flies, pulling out his rock hard cock. 
William placed both hands on her slim shoulders and pushed her to
her knees before him.  Dawn's lips  parted and rounded slightly, as
he moved his penis in and out of her mouth with slow exaggerated
movements.  The pre-cum foam was building and running down from her
mouth to her chin, as his shaft continued to move in and out slowly
with an erotic rythm.  Dawn's tongue came out and licked around the
column of his penis.  The bulbous head of his penis was just
resting on her lips now.  Her tongue toyed with it teasingly. Then
his thick phallus was back in her mouth again, deep, to the back of
her throat, moving in a slow pumping motion. William gripped her
head tightly as he shot his cum into her tender mouth. The semen
ran down his shaft and over her fingers. 

Dawn bent over to spit out the semen, as she bent forward, her
loose fitting top hung well down from the waist. From his position
William could see her lovely young breasts hanging downward.  His
eyes moved on to her ass and to the soft bulge between the thighs. 
There were light-coloured pubic hairs sticking out the rims of her
panties. 

William felt himself growing hard again.  His hands slipt beneath
her sheer top in search of her smooth, round tits.  Dawn groaned
with pleasure as his warm fingers brushed gently back and forth
over her hard nipples.

Dawn pulled the sheer top over her head and removed it. She was
fully exposed.  Her young breasts were beautiful.  William was
swallowing his tongue.  Dawn looked at his eyes that were raping
her. Her  breasts were at eye level.  William leant forward to her
wonderfuly soft breasts, opened his mouth and covered one of her
nipples.   He knew that he had to have this magnificent child. He
ran his hand up her hips and began to lower her panties exposing
her bare bottom.  Dawn opened her legs slightly to allow them to go
down more easily.  William's hand covered her small pink buttocks
in a gentle, caressing motion and passed to the warmth between her
legs, her pudenda was plump, the velvety lips bare like that of a
child's.

He felt her wetness, his fingers went into the wetness parting the
swollen lips of her pussy, his fingers thrust in and out,
stimulating her clit.  William leant over and kissed her breasts
and then concentrated on her stiff nipples, licking and sucking
them as his hand continued to thrust between her legs.  Dawn moaned
her inner muscles working in a rhythmic, squeezing pulse around his
exploring fingers. 

Dawn made a whimpering sound in her throat as William pushed her
onto her back his thigh parting her slim legs.  He moved over her
as her thighs splayed wide, her crotch glistening wetly.   The
column of his thickening flesh bumping against her wetness.

William pushed his erection in slowly, feeling her cunt stretching
to accept his thickness.  He thrust far up into her slim trembling
body against increasing internal resistance.  She cried out at the
intense pain.  William was surprised that Dawn was managing to take
him all in.  She was so small and slender, yet she was enveloping
his entire length and thickness.

Dawn groaned as he worked his big knob between her swollen nether
lips - inch by inch - up her vaginal tube. Once she had adjusted to
his extreme girth, the sensations ripping through her cunt became
less painfull.  She felt William digging his fingernails into her
buttocks as he ripped her small body upward to meet his savage
thrusts, as he slammed his huge meaty cock in and out her, until he
was gasping for breath.

William looked down at Dawn as she lay with her head lolling back,
her eyes closed and her lips apart. She made little gasping noises
each time he thrust his thick penis into her..  Her little breasts
shook up and down each time he penetrated her slick cunt with his
stiff cock.

As William began thrusting in and out of her, hard and fast Dawn
began moaning and groaning.

Finally William pulled out and sat backwards until he was kneeling
between Dawn's legs with his rock hard throbbing erection clasped
in his hands. William looked across the room and saw Walter enter
through the door, at that point he lost control and ejaculkated in
spasms, shooting his semen on Dawn's belly and into her pubic hair.

Walter quickly took off his clothes and grabbed Dawn by her hair
pulling her forward to face his thick penis. Dawn took Walter's
cock in her hand and then bent forward to take the top few inches
of his cock into her mouth.  She began to suck her mouth up and
down his thick shaft.  After a few minutes Walter began to groan
and his big dick swelled even further in Dawn's sucking mouth. 
Walter shot his cum down her throat and over her tongue - or so
William deduced from the way it bubbled from the corners of her
mouth.

William looked at Dawn's innocent young body kneeling on the bed
and an idea sprang  into his head.  Quickly, he whispered to
Walter,who called two guards to carry out the orders.  The guards
grabbed Dawn under the arms and lifted her to her feet.  They
dragged her struggling to the Great Hall where the abused body of
Julie still lay at the foot of the table.

"Hold out your hands."

Dawn did so, and before she knew what was happening, the guard
slipped a pair of gleaming  handcuffs over her wrists. She heard
with an odd kind of echo the snik-snik of the ratchets closing over
her flesh.  She felt the guards hands rough on her slim shoulders,
spinning her so that she faced the wall. He took her wrists by the
manacles and slipped the chain linking them over an eyehook screwed
high into the wall.  This drew Dawn's child-like body upwards until
the heels of her feet barely touched the floor.

She hung there her pale naked flesh glaringly white against the
dark wall.  The guards opened the main door and waited as the
beggars from the inner courtyard filed in the dirty reek from their
unwashed bodies filling the Great Hall.

Baron William indicated Dawn's nude body. "Have fun, boys."

Dawn groaned in despair as the first beggar moved behind her his
dirt encrusted hands seperated her tight cheeks to expose her moist
opening. He straightened up behind her and moved in closer.  Dawn
was helpless, the rub of his clothes, the smell of his body
disgusted her. She pulled back in horror as she heard the scrape of
his pants zipper. The beggar slipped his warm member out of his
pants, pressing it against her bare bottom, searching until he
found her anus with his eager straining manhood.  As he started
penetrating her, the beggar grabbed Dawn's slender hips pulling her
back onto his iron-hard cock until it was buried to the hilt in her
flesh.  Dawn's flat stomach went taut from the pain of his brutal
entry.  The beggar began thrusting with sharp plunging strokes
until warm blood ran from her rectum and a black flood of pain
swept through her limbs.  The blood ran trickling down Dawn's slim
thighs as she felt the beggar's spasms begin, the hot pumping of
his seed deep inside her, her torn inner muscles rippled of their
own accord, milking him without her volition.

As the one beggar finished so the next one moved into place. A long
queue of dirty bedraggled men had formed behind her slim trembling
body.

Dawn felt the next beggar's  palms on her small pink buttocks,
thick, dirty fingers spreading slowly into the dark crack between
them.  Then Dawn felt his huge cock trying to penetrate her, but he
was to large and her anal sphincter was clenched to tight.  The big
man brought his hands up to his mouth and spat into them, then he
coated his massive cock with his saliva.  This time when he thrust
her sphincter muscles relaxed and Dawn cried out at the invasion of
his hot, oiled penis.  Her slender back arched instinctively, but
this only served to present her small buttocks to him more
completely.  His carnal heat was on her like a blanket.  As he
thrust into her again and again his penis seemed to swell to almost
four times its size and Dawn felt as if she were being penetrated
by a horse; there was nothing pleasurable about it.  The big man
was thrusting his rampant cock deep inside her small trembling
body, against increasing internal resistance.  Dawn felt as if she
had dysentry.  She was beset by cramps.  She wanted to cry with
pain.  Her calf muscles were trembling uncontrollably now.  The big
beggar continued to thrust his masssive phallus in and out her anal
passage, grunting each time he thrust.  Everytime he withdrew it
felt like a swordblade was slicing through her bowels.  Dawn put
her forehead against the wall and sweat drenched her.  His thrusts
made her hardened nipples scrape painfully against the rough wall
and her pelvis squirmed at this added pain.  She felt utterly
debased by the feeling of him deep inside her, his hips stroking
madly against her parted buttock cheeks. Finally, the Big beggar
made one final thrust that lifted Dawn's tiny body into the air, it
felt as if she were being disembowled, as he reared up and went all
the way up into her molten core deep inside her, his balls nestled
against her intimate flesh.  Dawn, gasped, felt the air rush from
her lungs, she panted as tears filled her eyes and he had a
sweaty-sticky orgasm deep inside her.  Dawn's body shook in the air
impaled on his huge blood-red cock as she felt the heat of him
spurting thick strings of spunk in ragged spasms into her quivering
anal passage.  He did not want to come out of her, but her calf
muscles were trembling so hard now that he had no choice but to
withdraw his slowly softening phallus.

As soon as he moved out of the way the next man in the queue took
his place.  The new beggar clasped Dawn's slender body close to
him, reaching around from behind his hands moved upwards until his
palms pressed against her small budding breasts.  Dawn moaned as
she felt him grasping her there.  The feel of his calloused flesh
brushing back and forth over her distended nipples was intense. 
Her little breasts heaved in the confinement of his palms.  Dawn
cried out as she felt his engorged penis pushing between her small
pink buttocks.  The beggar slowly pushed forward, all breath went
out off him as he felt her steaming wetness engulf the tip of his
penis.  His penis was so hard that it hurt and he was mad to soak
himself in her wetness.  Tentatively he pushed himself upwards,
felt himself sink another half-inch inside her tight anal passage. 
Her warmth was almost too much for him to bear.  He was amazed how
easily her anal sphincters relaxed and opened for him.  With a deep
moan, he slid all the way into her young body hilting himself,
feeling her lovely young breasts heaving in his palms.

"Ahhh," Dawn cried, panting. "Ahhh!"

Her slim thighs spread, her neck arched and she threw her head back
as the newcomer's thick cock ripped up inside her savagely. She
could not stop her slender hips from flipping forward and rubbing
her high mount and sparse pubic hair against the wall as he entered
her from behind.  Her breath shuddered through half-open lips, her
nostrils flared.  The tension in her muscles reached epic
proportions, her lower belly fluttering with movement, out of her
conscious control.

The newcomer slid all the way out and Dawn hung above his cock,
brushing against his massive crown. Then he hilted himself again. 
The beggar paused and then began to fuck her hard.  With every
stroke he felt the core of her fluttering nakedly around his thick
shaft, her muscles squeezing gently, her smooth round buttocks
pressed against his belly. He felt her anal sphincter tighten
around him as he grew larger with each thrust.  His cock pistoned
in and out, their flesh slapping together faster and faster.  Dawn
felt her insides turn to water as she felt the sharp burning
sensation arcing down from her navel to the spot where the beggar
was penetrating her small bottom.

"Ohhh," she gasped. "I can't stand it.  I can't...Oh!"

The beggar felt the floodgates opening inside him, and with great
force he thrust his massive penis all the way to the base inside
Dawn for a final time.  He was aware of her whole slender body
lifting up, propelled by the arching of her feet as he thrust his
hard flesh all the way into her behind.  He jetted his hot semen
into her with ragged spurts.  Filling her up with thick strings of
dick-goo, until his semen  ran down her slim legs.

The next beggar in the line stepped forward.  He ran his dirty
hands up her back, then around to feel the outline of Dawn's small,
firm breasts, brushing over the tips of her nipples. He pressed
Dawn against the wall with all of his weight and ground the hard
butt of his penis against her small bottom. With his other hand he
snatched at her small firm breasts in a frenzy, viciously bruising
the young nipples.  In an ecstasy of lust the beggar pried apart
her buttocks and found the opening he had to find, he took his
painfully engorged penis in one hand and shoved it roughly into
Dawn's orfice, pounding brutally into her tender flesh.

Dawn grunted and groaned in protest.  The nipples of her breasts,
the tender, sensitive buds were sandpapering against the wall in
time to his thrusts.  Causing her intense pain each time he thrust
his quivering organ, swollen with lust forward into her small body.

The beggar stabbed his penis into her again and again as Dawn
swallowed her own blood to keep from choking.  The  searing,
rasping nightmare seemed to go on for an enternity, as he thrust
into her tiny body, which hung inert, blood seeping from her anus
and down her legs. The he came in a series of quick bursts,
shooting his cum inside her torn flesh.

The next beggar stepped forward, his fingers sliding down the crack
of her small ass.  Slippery with spittle, his index finger pressed
against Dawn's arsehole, he rubbed it a little.  It was so tight
and small. He took his finger and pushed it a tiny way in .  At
first it hurt a bit and Dawn's muscles rebelled, she took a deep
breath as the beggar kept on going, gradually inserting his finger
further and further into her rectum.  A tremor ran all the way up
the tiny girl's spine at the searing pain in her anus.  After a few
minutes her body relaxed a bit, and he was able to rotate his
finger in a small circle.  The beggar removed his fingers and
positioned the head of his cock against her arsehole.  After a
brief pause he sank his swollen meat into Dawn with one powerful
thrust.  She cried out, squirming as he banged her hole. He pounded
against her buttocks and he could feel her anus contracting around
his thick cock.  Dawn's butt cheeks tightedned, then relaxed, and
the beggar thrust deeper, writhing against her soft buttocks as
bursts of pleasure shot through him...he pumped her asshole with
his hard, throbbing member.  Sticking his stiff pole all the way up
her tiny hole.  Dawn lurched forward against the wall, as his
thrusts into her behind pounded her pelvis back and forth against
the wall. Until he exploded, oozing juice everywhere.

Dawn's tiny body hung limp from the handcuffs tha held her arms
high above her head.  The next beggar in the line steeped forward
his eyes devouring her slender body.  The small buttocks smeared
with semen and blood.  His hands reached out and caressed her small
buttocks, spreading Dawn's cheeks, his fingers searching for her
asshole.  His index finger pushed its way into her asshole.  Juices
were running down her legs from the previous man.  The new beggar
grabbed her tiny waist, pulling her ass up in the air, spreading
her slim legs.  Dawn felt his prick-head work it way into her anus. 
She yelped as her hole opened wide and he pushed his manhood deep
into her, showing not an ounce of mercy. His rod felt hard and he
fucked her like a hot bitch.  Dawn felt how strong and forceful he
was, slapping her buttocks, squeezing her young breasts, pinching
her sensitive nipples and shoving his thick member into her anal
passage.  He thrust his throbbing member into her depths again and
again.  Until he let out a yell, his juices flowing from her hole,
as he pulled out and shot a hot creamy load all over her asshole
and cunt lips.

Dawn prayed that the nightmare would end, but she could already
feel another man stepping up behind her to replace the one that had
just left.  Looking over her shoulder she saw that he was a huge
negro.  The Negro forced her soft white thighs apart with his knees
and scooped some cream from her cunt. Using one black finger first,
then two, he worked it into the rosebud of her ass, soothing the
way. Dawn started keening again. When he knew she was loose enough,
the Negro fitted the head of his purple tipped cock to her puckered
passage and slowly pushed.  "No! No!" Dawn pleaded.  The Negro held
her slender hips and pulled her arsehole back on his massive black
erection like a wet glove. Once the purple head popped into her
ass, the gleaming black shaft sank in with no trouble.  Dawn's
hands clawed at the wall and she keened higher.

"N0!," she begged. "God, no, please stop." The Negro plowed into
her bowels while she begged and squirmed.  Finally he could hold
out no longer. He slammed his massive black cock deep and began
pumping hot cum in her bowels.

After the Negro had left his place was filled by yet another dirty
beggar.  He took hold of her ass, and spread her cheeks apart to
get a better view. Suddenly Dawn felt his hard erection between her
legs, as he positioned it between her slippery crack, right up
against her arsehole. "Ooaaaaah! Dawn shuddered as she felt his
cock sliding right up into her anus from behind. He was sinking his
cock deeper and deeper into the searing heat of her rectum.  Dawn
whimpered as her buttocks involuntarily squirmed back onto his
thickness.  As her buttocks squirmed against him, his thrusting
became more frantic.  She could hear the slurping sounds of wet
flesh against wet flesh.  Her sphincter muscles gripped his cock
even tighter, as she clenched and unclenced her buttocks and inner
muscles.  And then suddenly Dawn could feel his hot cum shooting
into her bowels as his cock twitched and jerked inside of her. He
filled her up completely and she could actually feel the excess cum
dripping out of her.

The  last man came forward and spread open Dawn's round, pink
cheeks and located the tight hole with his forefinger, then pushed
his massive member into her anal passage.  Dawn's sphincter muscles
clamped around his thick length.  The last beggar carefully worked
his huge phallus in and out of her clenched anus, a bit at a time,
massaging her quivering buttocks all the while to help her relax. 
Her sphincters finally slackened, and he slipped his entire hard
length into her anal passage.  Dawn's mouth opened wide as she
cried out in pain. The new beggar's fingers dug into her small
buttocks and his huge phallus slipped between her cheeks and filled
her anus in a single thrust.  Dawn moaned and almost choked as he
thrust into her again, and her fragrant juices mingled with the his
pre-cum, making her arsehole even slicker and allowing him to
quicken his pace.  The new man was soon pumping Dawn's small bottom
at full steam, bucking his oiled shaft in and out of her, his balls
slapping against her butt-cheeks.  Leaning over her slender hunched
back he reached under and squeezed her firm, young breasts.  

The beggar was thrusting his thick cock in and out her anal
passage, slurping and dribbling on her back in his excitement.  His
hands and fingers were everywhere, feeling her clit and her bottom
and squeezing great handfulls of her breasts.  Finally he yelled
out and Dawn felt his massive penis jerk as he pulled it out of
her.  His cum spurted out in a single surge that rocked him,
spraying strings of thick spunk all over her bare bottom, drenching
her crack and dribbling down over her buttocks.

Frank, Jim and Raynee had been beggars for years until they came
Baron William's attention after being given Monica to rape and
degrade.  The Baron had enjoyed that spectacle so much he called
them inside to attend to a young village girl, Melissa, who had
been captured by a raiding party.

His men pulled her struggling body down to the floor and tied her
wrists to an ironn staple embedded in the floor. They fed the girl
a designer drug which made the skin hypersnsitve and caused
everything to become colourful.  The three beggars tossed a coin to
see who would be first.  Frank won the toss and knelt down beside
Melissa, her blouse was parted and he could see the milky mound of
one breast, his dirt encrusted hand slid beneath her opened blouse
and flowed across the smooth geometric perfection of her curved
breast, causing the rounded areola to enlarge. Expanding until the
engorged nipple could stand the pressure no longer and released
white-hot beams of pleasure that sped to her brain filling it with
colour and thrusting downward, searing...

Melissa moaned her respone as she felt hands cupping and
surrounding her exposed, islandlike breasts with warmth. 

"Having fun" Raynee asked. Startled by Raynee's voice Frank jerked
around reflexively pulling his hands out of Melissa's blouse.

"Oh yeah!" Frank nodded, brushing his hand against the softly
moaning girl's blouse, swallowing hard as he felt the swollen
nipple respond again.  The girl moaned again, moving to push her
swollen breast up against Frank's hand.

"Bet you are!" Raynee nodded, running his eyes over Melissa's
partially exposed body.

Frank slid his other hand back into Melissa's blouse. Then while
the other men watched he began to slowly squeeze both of the
silk-smooth, turgid breasts, feeling his entire body tremble in a
spasm of nervous anticipation as the girl groaned loudly and
strained against her bonds to press herself tightly against his
fondling hands.

Keeping one hand pressed tightly against one heaving breast, Frank
tore at his dirty clothes, ripping off his tattered shirt, shoes,
socks, pants and finally stained shorts.  Then he began to fumble
at the belt and snaps of Melissa's tight jeans.

"Thats right get them off! Jim laughed as Frank fought with the
zipper, as he dug his fingers under the stiff Levi material,
tugging the jeans and nylon panties down, inch by inch, over
Melissa's unbelievably warm and sensous hips and thighs and
knees...

Then unable to control himself any longer Frank threw himself onto
the still-moaning girl's hot, straining body, his mouth engulfing
one of the engorged breasts, his right hand still firmly attached
to the other breast, and his left hand sliding quickly over the
tightly smooth and responsive stomach and trembling abdomen,
dropping down between her legs, finding the fluffy soft pubic hair,
touched her naked flesh, massaging the distended clitoris, gliding
over the moistening vulva.

Melissa became dimly aware that she was tied naked, and pinned
beneath another thrashing nude body.  She started to struggle and
scream.  Frank drew back startled, then he waited while the guards
injected her with more of the drug.

Looking down at her Frank could see how young she was, the flawless
peach-coloured skin, straight-full breasts with large hardened
nipples,  the rise and fall of her belly, the long triangle of
pubic hair. His penis was standing straight out. He reached out and
cupped the soft, warm globe of the girl's right breast in his dirty
hand, feeling the soft, varying texture of the areola against his
palm.  Frank moved his hand up and down across her engorged nipple
causing it to swell and distend even more as she groaned
uncontrollably.

Bending forward he took her knees and lifted them spreading her
long slim legs apart.  He was over her, and between her fleshy
thighs and into her vaginal opening, slowly and slowly, and deeper
and deeper between the clinging lips of the vulva. It was delicious
this entry, and as he slid back and forth he was aroused to
bursting point.  Frank thought that he might come right away and
slowed, fighting it, until the wave passed and he settled down to
a steady, relentless rhythm, fucking Melissa straight and hard.

"No...no...no..." she pleaded as he impaled her.  Her slim body
trembling as he filled her.

After a few minutes her hips began to rise and fall with him making
undulating circular movements that quickened and heaved as she
began to emit throaty orgasmic sounds.  Melissa's long, dark hair
tossed wildly against her flushed cheeks and her drug-widened eyes. 
Her eyes closed as her inexperienced body trembeled and strained as
Frank's searching hands found and caressed her tightly swollen
breasts that seemed to be afire.

Yes...

..a flame that threatened to engulf Melissa's entire body in a
rapid surging wave of pleasure that she couldn't stop as her body
surrendered to the spasmodic sensations that caused her to throw
her head back and open her eyes and mouth wider and wider.....until
she screamed with pleasure.

Frank was ready and suddenly his fingers dug deep into the flesh of
her breasts.  Melissa opened her eyes and began to come and with
that Frank pumped mindlessly, felt the perspiration in his eyes,
dripping off onto her until her skin was slick and slippery from
his sweat and then he came in a long drawn out eruption.  Melissa
was slack beneath him, gulping air and he rolled off her abused
body.  His body was slick with sweat.

While Frank lay on his back recovering from his pleasurable union,
Jim and Raynee tore the remnents of Melissa's blouse from her body
and untied her bonds.

"Fuck her" Frank said as the other two slobbered over Melissa's
full breasts and sucked her engorged chewy nipples. They spread her
legs apart revealing her wet cunt and Frank's semen dribbling down
her slim legs.  Jim grabbed Melissa by the hair and and put the
knob of his dirty cock in her mouth.. 

Melissa felt his cock's head slip into her mouth, she gagged on the
foul tast of it before beginning to greedily suck the droplets of
pre-cum to the surface and rub them over her lips.  She rolled it
around on her tongue and then took it in deep as Jim groaned with
pleasure.  While she sucked him Melissa felt Raynee fingering her
from behind.  Then his hands were pushing her to all fours, while
she continued to suck Jim's rod and Raynee prepared to fuck her in
the arse. Raynee rummaged his hand against her wet cunt and then
used Melissa's juices to coat his cock and lubricate it. 

Raynee spread open Melissa's smooth cheeks and located the tiny
pucker of flesh with his thumb, then manoevered his massive
erection into the tightest of holes.  Melissa's muscles clamped
around his thick shaft.  Raynee slowly worked his massive cock in
and out of her clenched anus, a little at a time, massaging her
quivering behind all the while to help her relax.  Her sphincters
finally slackedmed, and he slipped his entire prick into her
arsehole.  Melissa's mouth opened wide around Jim's cock as she
cried out in pain, as Raynee dug his fingernails into her buttocks
and his huge meaty cock slurped between her cheeks and filled her
anus in a single thrust.  Melissa moaned and almost choked as Jim
thrust into her mouth again, and her fragrant juices mingled with
the Raynee's pre-cum, making her hole even slicker and allowing him
to quicken his pace.  Raynee was soon pumping her ass at full
steam, bucking his oiled shaft in and out of Melissa, his balls
slapping against her flesh.  Leaning over her hunched back he
reached under and squeezed her firm, swinging breasts.  

While Raynee was thrusting his thick cock into her anal passage,
Jim was thrusting his cock in and out her mouth, and Frank who had
revived was forcing his cock into Melissa's mouth as well.     

Melissa gobbled the two of them, slurping and dribbling as Raynee
continued to pummel her bottom with his hugeness. There were hands
and fingers everywhere, feeling her clit and her bottom and
squeezing great handfulls of her breasts.  Raynee yelled out and
Melissa felt his massive penis jerk as he pulled it out of her. 
His cum spurted out in a single surge that rocked him, spraying
splooge all over her bare bottom, drenching her crack and dribbling
down over her buttocks.

The other beggar, Jim, shot his load down her throat while Frank
sent a sticky torrent of spunk all over her face. Melissa raised
her face to look up at Jim a glistening thread of semen lay on her
lips.  William could hardly contain his excitement staring at
Melissa's naked body, bum in the air, spunk splattered all over her
and a string of semen dribbling from her wide open mouth.

"More!" he ordered, "I want to see more."


The sheer dress clung to her skin, the absence of a bra accenuated
by a flared collar, unbuttoned to the midpoint between her large
breasts. On either side, in the centre of the swelling flesh, he
could see her nipples clearly, pressing against the soft fabric as
if aroused. When she moved the slow, fluid motion of her thighs and
stomach and pelvis combined into the rhythm of a sensual dance. She
stood immediately in front of him.  Her breasts were clearly
revealed - so close - beneath the sheer fabric. The nipples were
taut, rising with each breath.. She sat down facing him on a
leather couch. She leaned forward to pick up a note on the floor.
The top of her dress parted, exposing her lovely naked breasts. She
settled back on the couch, crossing her legs.The sheer dress rose
above her knees, the soft flesh of her thigh revealed.

It was more than William could stand he pulled her to her feet. 
Lucille struggled to get free.  He hit her and as she reeled back,
he reached out and gripped the bodice of her dress. William jerked
her hard towards him, and the cloth ripped in his fingers.  He
twisted it, shredding it, tearing the dress open to her waist.  He
pulled apart the torn folds of her dress. Her breasts were
released; they sprang out at him, the nipples taut, stretched,
swollen with tension.  William dug both his hands into her breasts
kneading her lush flesh. He pulled heavily on her nipples, rolling
them between his fingers so that she gasped, her breath panting
through her open lips as she tried to get away from him. He liked
that even more.

He insinuated one hand under her skirt, running up her warm thigh,
feeling for the top of her panties. He grasped the waistband of her
panties and pulled them down to the middle of her thighs.

Lucille felt his stubby fingertips moving between her folds of
flesh at the apex of her thighs. Her skirt was bunched around her
thighs and her panties had dropped down to her ankles.

William suddenly dropped to the floor, he grabbed Lucille's wrist,
twisting so far that she was obliged to come down with him. One
half-clad thigh came down over his legs. She could feel his knee
between her calves. She cried out, her thick hair obscuring her
face.

"You're hurting me."

William took a handfull of her golden hair and pulled her prone
atop him.  His knee began to part her thighs, flesh against silk. 
His hard thigh jammed against the fulcrum of her legs.  The contact
pushed all air from her lungs.

Lucille gasped and whimpered.  Her eyes watered and William licked
at her tears.  Her nether lips were flowering open.  Her heart
pounding with fear.

"So hot", he said assaulting her anew.  William flipped her over
with a powerfull twist of his upper torso.  He circled her wrists
with his hands, pulling her arms up over her heed.  Lucille's heavy
breasts thrust out toward him, and he shoved himself between them.
The contact was dry and unpleasant, so William freed one of his
hands to stimulate her roughly at the apex of her thighs. Lucille's
eyes fluttered closed, she moaned at the sensation.

Then his hand came away and her eyes flew open. She watched him
stroking himself, coating his long shaft with her fluids. Then he
thrust his engorged member between her breasts again, poling up and
down. His knees pushed her prominent breasts tightly together,
forming a sheath.   His thick penis was getting redder and redder. 

William gasped, continuing to pole his thick organ up and back the
wet cleavage between her breasts.

His stroking was furious.

Then he slid back down her body to kneel between her naked white
legs. Her dress was bunched around her waist and the sight of her
exposed flesh caused William to tremble.  His eyes drank in her
slick semi-nakedness. Her mouth glistening, her lips parted, her
long legs opening for him, her marvellously carved thighs, her
narrow waist, the flare of her ribcage and those quivering,
upthrust breasts riding atop...her white naked flesh trembling. 
The sight caused his engorged member to swell way beyond its
natural girth.

William moved around kneeling between her spread long legs. The
huge flaring crown of his member touched her moist lips and she
groaned. He entered slowly, until she had encompassed his huge
crown with her wetness. He slid in and out with just the very tip.
He rose above her and penetrated her deeper.

Lucille gave a wail of pain as, with one long savage stroke, he
plumbed her to her depths, burying his huge member inside her soft
intimate flesh. The heated contact was all William needed in his
aroused state. Engulfed fully by her intimate flesh he felt the
onset of his orgasm. Convulsing inside her, he drew her to him and
felt the scrape of her nipples against his chest. He convulsed atop
her, the force in him gaterhing and releasing, gaterhing and
releasing.