From alebeard@earthlink.net Wed Feb 05 04:30:41 1997 Path: usenet73.supernews.com!supernews.com!news.nacamar.de!fu-berlin.de!news.gtn.com!uunet!in2.uu.net!206.250.118.17!nntp.earthlink.net!usenet From: alebeard@earthlink.net (Alebeard) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Baron, rape/nc - baron.txt [1/1] Date: 5 Feb 1997 09:30:41 GMT Organization: Rape, Pillage and Plunder Lines: 4274 Message-ID: <5d9k01$jkd@ecuador.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cust80.max2.santa-clara.ca.ms.uu.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.8 (x86 32bit) 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.