Bitch's Lesson
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Now that horrible, twisted fantasy she had always had, was about to come 
true, and she sobbed in horror as she stared at the blazing eyes of the 
agitated animal. 

"You've been playing miss rich bitch too long, baby," Sam laughed cruelly. 
"Now you're gonna get a taste of what it's like to be one of us working 
folk!" 

"Ohh, dear Jesus, no," Suzanne groaned, pulling wildly against the thick 
strand of rope that held her to the floor. Her wrists ached dully as she 
twisted them, but she could not get them free. 

"Come on, Max, her pussy's just dying for your big, hard prick," laughed the 
owner of the ranch. "This cunt's been asking for it, for a long time!" 

He pulled Suzanne's head back by the hair and showed her the whip he carried 
in his free hand. "You can take a beating first, bitch," he snarled. "But 
either way, you're gonna give Max the lovin' he needs!" 

Moaning in helpless despair, Suzanne rose up on her hands and knees, 
realizing that she could not escape her fate. She heard the excited yelping 
of the big German shepherd as it mounted her, felt its hot, steaming breath 
on her naked shoulders, the the thick, pounding hardness of its shaft 
slapping against her moist, trembling inner thighs. 

"Give it to her, Max," laughed Sam, pushing the dog's shuddering hind 
quarters forward. "Give her every inch!" 

Barking and jerking as if on command, the huge shepherd thrust forward, 
driving its long, gnarled prick suddenly into the defenseless young girl's 
pussy. 


CHAPTER ONE 

The dry, caked plain of the desert stretched out before them, and the four 
people standing beneath the sun, were sweating fiercely, although the hour 
was quite early. 

Their plane had landed just a little after seven a.m. and Mrs. Kennerly, 
always prompt and direct in-all matters, had rented their car and driven out 
to the ranch, well before the eight-thirty arrival time for the other 
guests. 

Sam Farrel's hangover was pounding like a jack hammer in his skull, and the 
raw, thick wad of flesh that was his tongue felt dusty in his mouth. He had 
to squint against the glare of the sun off the sand, and wanted more than 
anything else, to go back to bed.. 

Beside him, his wife, Lydia, did the work of saying hello to their guests, 
putting a smile on her face that just moments before had been twisted with 
savage anger at her husband. 

He could do no more than look grim, thankful that being the owner of a 
western dude ranch allowed him to act in such a manner. It went with the 
""image of a real, tough cowboy, he thought, though he was, in fact, a 
transplanted lifeguard from L.A., who had finally learned, at thirty-eight, 
that he wasn't going to make it in the movies. 

He stared at the tall, lean figure of Marion Kennerly and from her slightly 
red face, he could tell she was still hitting the bottle, as she had been 
doing all last year when they stayed at the ranch. 

It was the daughter that interested Sam, a lot more. Suzanne was a small, 
compact little package, wearing a frilly white blouse and a skirt to match, 
that came just above her dimpled knees. The blouse was fluffy, disguising 
what he remembered to be a pair of sweet, round tits that bulged 
delightfully against the bikini she had worn, often, the year before. 

Her coal black hair was fluffed around her shoulders, a bit more styled than 
last year, and her mouth was more sensual than he remembered. She had 
obviously put on a little weight since then, but all in the right places. 
Clearly, she wasn't the skinny, gawky kid he remembered. 

He wondered, idly, if she still had a crush on him. She followed him around 
like a puppy dog, as he remembered, much to the distaste of his wife, and it 
took a powerful lot of drinking and busy work to keep from slipping out 
behind the barn with her. 

This year, however, she appeared to carry herself with more refinement and 
dignity. Obviously the effect of haying attended that fancy, private college 
this past year. She wasn't an eager kid anymore, but a rich, college bitch,, 
now, he thought, grimly. 

"Mister Farrel, we have looked forward to this visit for a year," Marion 
Kennerly said, extending a white-gloved hand to him. "I am sure we shall 
enjoy our stay even more than the last." 

He shook her hand firmly, feeling the slight pressure of her fingers 
clutching his. He moaned, inwardly, for it appeared that the old bitch had 
more interest in him than retaining his services as a guide and host on the 
ranch. Horny old bags, he didn't need. 

He turned his attention, again to the girl beside her mother, and thrust out 
his hand to her. Suzanne Kennerly took his big, gnarled paw in her own, 
delicate hand and barely held it at all, as they shook. 

"How are you, Mister Farrel?" she asked politely. The smile on her face was 
clearly forced, and her tone of voice was markedly superior. 

" "Fine, Miss, and yourself?" Sam replied, the anger at her snotty attitude 
building suddenly inside of him. With his headache, he didn't need any smart 
little cunt acting haughty with him. 

"Well, thank you," Suzanne replied. "I've had a difficult year, I hope to 
relax a bit this summer." 

"They work you pretty hard at that college, huh?" Sam chuckled, inwardly 
raging at the very idea that some rich little college bitch would 
ever-consider what she did working hard. 

"It is a very competitive environment," Suzanne nodded. "They accept only 
the highest standards of excellence." 

"Well, I know you two are just gonna have the nicest time, this year," Lydia 
Farrel bubbled. She was a rough-looking woman, one born and bred in the 
western style, her face etched with the lines of years of hard work. "Sam 
can show you to your cabins, while I fix us a bit of brunch!" 

"That would be marvelous, Mrs. Farrel," Marion Kennedy replied. She smiled 
at the woman, then slipped her arm through Sam Farrel's and nodded. "Shall 
you give us the good news, Mister Farrel?" she said, cheerfully. 

Grunting, Sam led the woman off in the direction of the cabins a few hundred 
yards from the main house. They were placed in a semi-circle around a large, 
man-made pond, and a sharp contrast to the dry. scorched plain that 
surrounded the rest of the ranch. 

Suzanne Kennedy trailed behind her mother and the big, muscular man, shaking 
her head, sourly. With bitter amusement, she reflected on how blatantly her 
mother was showing her interest in Sam Farrel. 

She remembered how the man's hands always seemed to find her body last year, 
though she was well aware of the fact that she had not discouraged him to 
any great extent. She had a crush on him, that was true enough, and a part 
of it had been her fault, but he was also in the wrong, for he had done 
little to turn her obvious infatuation aside. In fact, he came near to 
taking it very seriously-a number. of times. 

This year would be different, however, she felt. This year, she would not be 
trailing after him like some school girl. Now she found him to be highly 
unromantic indeed. If anything, he was a rather crude and stupid man, to her 
way of thinking. 

He seemed to think he was God's gift to women, and she pitied his poor wife 
for what she must go through with the man. Despite' the heavy dose of 
shaving lotion he'd put on, she could smell the whiskey on his breath, and 
from his eyes, she knew he was burdened with a bad hangover. 

She smiled bitterly. She could tell all that, from years of nursing her 
mother's quiet, dignified, but still savage bouts with the bottle. Her 
mother went up and down with liquor, lately she was down, and she hoped it 
would stay that way. 

Ever since her father died seven years before, Marion Kennerly had been 
drinking' hard. Suzanne felt sorry for her mother, but could not excuse her 
actions. She saw her mother's drinking as a weakness, and no amount of 
explanation could change that for Suzanne. She was quite happy to have 
finally escaped the house for college, where she did not have to live with 
the horrible shame of her mother's addiction to drink. 

Suzanne was not the same girl she had been a year before. She had grown into 
young womanhood, and in the space of one short year, felt herself to be much 
more refined than ever before. She had given up a-silly, school-girl romance 
with Jeff Aust, and was now looking to restrict her involvement to boys of 
her own class and culture. 

She smiled wistfully at the memory of Jeff Aust. He was a middle-class boy 
whom she had met at a party in her senior year in high school. He was quite 
the dreamer, wanted to be a writer, of all things, and she fell madly in 
love with him. 

They were fiercely devoted to each other for the whole school year, though 
her mother disapproved of him, of course. But with the coming of summer, and 
his being forced to go to work to earn the money for his own college 
tuition, she had come to realize that they were quite different in all 
degrees. 

Spending half the summer at the ranch, away from Jeff, she had concluded 
that any involvement with him would surly be doomed, and to her mind, the 
romance was almost completely over, by the time the first semester began at 
Wells College. 

She tried to let him down easily, but became impatient with his insistence 
and continual passion for her. Having had the crush on Sam Farrel for a 
couple of weeks convinced her that allowing herself to follow her heart was 
foolhardy, she finally broke off all contact with Jeff over the Christmas 
break. 

He still wrote her, but she now found him insipid and childish. He would 
have to do a lot of growing up to her mind, before he could ever approach 
the adult manner of carrying oneself that she prided herself as having. 

-She had dated many men during the school term, and finally lost her 
virginity to one of them during the spring break. It had been a dismal 
affair, that in more ways than one, was disturbing. His name was Frank 
Lawton and he was a junior at Alfred. Not quite in her social class, but a 
young man on his way up, from a fairly well-to-do family. Her mother 
probably would npt have approved of him, but the rest of her classmates at 
Wells considered him to be worthy of attention, so she had dated him on that 
bit of approval.. 

Frank was considered to be rather daring, even in these modern days. He not 
only smoked marijuana, but also took other drugs, and his large, rambling 
house that he rented with three other students, was considered to be a place 
of wild parties. 

She found him exciting, in a cultured fashion, and felt secure enough with 
him, to try a number of the stimulants he offered her. It was on a rainy, 
dull evening that she first tried the marijuana and had sex with him at 
last. 

Wisely, she saw now, Frank had not pressured her to sleep with him. They 
petted heavily, and she allowed him to finger and touch her pussy on the 
second date, but refused to go any further until that evening. 

He had a group of the kids over to watch some porno movies he'd purchased, 
and after countless numbers of joints, the twenty or so young people were 
quite stoned, giggling, as they kissed and fondled each other, at the action 
on the screen. 

Suzanne would have been mortified had she not been so high, or had she not 
been in the company of some of the more respected members of the student 
body. She glanced only absently at the action on the screen, allowing Frank 
to fondle her breasts and run his hand over her thighs as she carefully 
kneaded the bulge in his trousers. 

It wasn't until he put on the film of the woman and the dog-that she began 
to find herself stimulated by what she was watching. It was a very high 
quality film, clear and well done. The woman was attractive and the dog was 
an Irish setter much like Suzanne's own dog, Brandy. 

As she leaned back against the pillows on the floor, Frank having now pushed 
her skirt up over her hips and slipped his hand into her panties, she 
watched, with fascination, as the woman in the film kneaded the thick, long 
shaft of the dog she was stimulating. 

Suzanne could feel Frank's fingers roaming back and forth over her pubic 
mound, expertly slithering his digits through-the soft, silken thatch of 
hair that covered her delicate hillock. She shivered as the fingers rode 
over her clit, making it quiver with excitement, sending warm, rippling 
waves of liquid pleasure racing through her loins. 

Frank's mouth was at her shoulders, his lips kissing her neck hungrily, and 
his hand had unbuttoned her blouse, to get at her bra-cupped breasts within. 
She moaned again as he pushed the halter away from her small,, attractive 
boobs, clasping his fingers greedily around her soft, luscious globe. 

His finger rode back and forth along the cleft to her cunt petals and 
Suzanne shivered as she watched the woman on the screen moving her hand back 
and forth along the dog's now thick, and throbbing organ. The woman bent her 
head down and under the setter's belly and Suzanne gasped in horror and 
fascination as she watched the woman take the dog's cock into her mouth. 

"Ahh, baby, you're so hot and wet," chuckled Frank Lawton, his fingers 
slithering frantically back and forth along Suzanne's now swollen cunt lips. 
"Jesus, do it harder, baby, squeeze my prick a little harder, yeah!" 

Suzanne could not tear her eyes off the screen as she quickly unzipped 
Frank's trousers, almost as if she were in a trance, and moved her delicate 
Fingers along the length of his throbbing tool. 

She watched the woman on the screen moving her full, succulent lips back and 
forth on the animal's prick, sucking and lathering it with her tongue, and 
Suzanne felt a powerful throbbing in her own loins, then. 

She rode her soft, warm palm up and down on Frank's cock, squeezing and 
kneading the burning weapon, as he began to probe her damp, warm pussy with 
two of his long, slender fingers. She felt the insistent digits entering 
her, and she sobbed in delight, squeezing the cock in her hand, even harder. 

"Umm, yes, Frank, ahh," she moaned, shivering as the pleasure increased in 
her cunt. "That's so nice, Frank, so nice!" 

But her eyes were fastened on the screen now, as the woman in the film 
pulled her mouth from the dog's prick and turned her body around, guiding 
the animal by its pounding meat, toward her wide-spread thighs. The woman in 
the film lay on her back, on the floor, thrusting her cunt upward, and 
pulled the dog's cock to her awaiting pussy, eagerly Suzanne began to pump 
her hand frantically up and down on Frank's cock, then, twisting and. 
turning her sculptured fingers at his meat, as she watched the animal's 
huge, pulsating organ slip into the woman's cunt. 

Suzanne's loins were on fire now, and her cunt throbbed almost painfully as 
Frank rode his fingers in and out of her damp, trembling pit. She watched 
the dog fucking the woman on the screen, its huge shaft sliding in and out 
of her pussy in perfect view of the camera, and she almost found herself 
imagining it was her, the animal was fucking so violently. 

Meanwhile, Frank's cock was pounding with excitement, a thick, hard spear in 
her hand now, throbbing so savagely that she could barely keep hold of it. 
His mouth was clasped to her breasts, then, kissing and nibbling at them 
hungrily, while he drove his Own fingers into her, relentlessly. 

On the screen, the woman was writhing in ecstasy, thrusting her pussy up to 
meet the dog's plunging shaft. She bucked and shuddered as the animal rammed 
his cock into her cunt, and Suzanne could see clearly, that it was not an 
act she was putting on. The woman obviously was enjoying her perverted act, 
for her thighs kept opening and closing against the bucking animal's hind 
quarters,. and her fists were bunched into tight knots of passion. 

Frank's fingers drove into her cunt wildly, now, twisting and turning, each 
time slamming violently into the thin membrane of flesh that was her 
virginity. She powered her own hand back and forth along his cock, squeezing 
and kneading the quaking weapon as hard as she could, finding herself 
thrilled by the way it pounded so harshly in her small, delicate fist. 

Frank's mouth clasped over one of her pert, tiny nipples-and he lashed at 
the sweet nugget hungrily with his tongue. He caught it between his teeth 
and rolled it back and forth, making Suzanne shudder with the fiercest 
ecstasy she had ever felt in her life. She was well aware that the marijuana 
was having an effect on her, heightening all of her senses, but she could 
not deny the pleasure she was feeling, nor the awesome and demanding desire 
she had to experience more. 

She rocked from left to right, groaning and sobbing, now, driving her hand 
against his cock' even more powerfully. She pinched the huge, thick head of 
his shaft between her thumb and forefinger, and gazed intently at the 
screen, where the dog's cock continued to slam savagely into the woman's 
cunt. 

Frank's fingers were being kneaded and massaged by Suzanne's cunt muscles, 
now, and though he could not tell why she was so turned on at this point, he 
wanted to make full use of it. 

"Come on, baby, let's go to my room," he whispered hungrily, sucking on her 
nipple and twisting his fingers in her cunt. "We can really take care of 
ourselves, there, honey! Come on with me, now!" 

"In a minute, please," Suzanne moaned, squeezing his prick even harder in 
her soft, warm palm. "Just a couple of minutes more!" 

He groaned, frustrated, but willing to wait a little longer. He lathered her 
tits with his tongue and steadily rode his fingers in and out of her damp, 
trembling cunt tunnel, groaning as she methodically pumped her hand back and 
forth along his hard, tortured meat. 

The animal on the screen had reached the point of orgasm and Suzanne gasped 
in shock and fascination, as she watched the woman take the dog's cock into 
her mouth for the climax it had. Hot come spilled from the creature's 
throbbing shaft, running over her smiling lips, and Suzanne shook her head 
in wonder as the woman eagerly licked and swallowed the bursting fluid. 

As the screen went dark with the end of the film, she felt Frank pulling her 
to her feet and dragging her down the hall toward his room. She went with 
him as if in a trance, and lay down on his-bed, unresisting, as he quickly 
pulled her panties from her smooth, shapely legs. 

"Ahh, Jesus, baby, do I need this so bad," Frank groaned, slithering out of 
his trousers and joining her on the bed. "Man, this is gonna be so good, 
Suzy, so fucking good, yeah!" 

He crushed his mouth over hers and began to kiss her wildly, his fingers at 
her breasts and loins once again. She bucked in a spasm of delight as she 
felt the seeking prongs slithering into her cunt once more, and his equally 
pleasing fingers gripping one of her breasts so hungrily. 

As he kissed her passionately, lashing at her pink, moist tongue with his 
own, Suzanne shut her eyes and found her imagination filling with a picture 
of her own pet setter. Brandy, and herself. 

She felt Frank's fingers slithering back and forth along her narrow, hot 
passage, twisting and turning against her cunt walls, frantically. She 
moaned, as she imagined Brandy coming toward her, his cock growing thicker 
and thicker as she reached out to caress it. 

At the same time, she took hold of Frank's still thick and throbbing weapon 
and gave it a hard squeeze, in her mind, seeing herself doing the same thing 
to her dog's prick. Frank groaned and shuddered, jerking wildly as she rode 
her hand back and forth along his tool. 

He pumped his fingers in and out of her wildly, then, twisting and turning 
them inside of her, eagerly preparing her cunt for his long, thick shaft. He 
moaned, his mouth kissing hers savagely, then, his body inching over the 
tops of her smooth, quivering thighs. 

Suzanne could not think of anything at that moment, but the mental image she 
had of Brandy jumping around excitedly beside her. In her mind, she was 
guiding her dog's prick to her pussy, not Frank's and she moaned as she 
eagerly spread her legs apart, pulling on the shaft excitedly. 

"Ahh, yeah, sure. Baby," Frank groaned, settling down between her slippery, 
warm inner thighs. "Sure, I'm coming in, don't you worry, Suzy, I'm coming 
in, now!" 

In her mind, Suzanne pulled on Brandy's pounding cock, wildly now, aching to 
feel it powering inside of her. She gasped as she felt the cock she held in 
her hand slithering against her cunt lips, and she moaned as Frank pushed 
her lovely, supple limbs as far apart as possible. 

The young man was beside himself with passion now, almost as much as her pet 
appeared to be in her mind. He pushed the hot, pounding head of his cock 
against her cunt petals, and Suzanne imagined her dog doing the same thing, 
as the young man drove into her then. 

"Ohh, yes, Brandy, yes," she whispered softly, as Frank slithered his tool 
into the wet, tight passage of her virginal chamber. "Umm, harder, darling, 
ohhh, more, give me more, Brandy!" 

Frank could barely hear her, and in any case, she was not trying to stop 
him, so he ignored her tortured voice and shoved his manhood deeper into the 
warm, quaking pit. He groaned and shuddered as he felt his prick pressing 
against her virginal wall, the thin, delicate membrane unyielding under . 
his insistent attack. 

"Got to bust you, baby," he grunted, rocking his shaft back and forth as he 
pulled back along the trembling passage once more. 'I'll try and do it 
fast!" 

Suzanne barely understood him, however, so vivid was the dream she was 
having. She could feel the hard, throbbing weapon quaking against her taut, 
inner walls, the heat of the tool searing her flesh delightfully. In her 
mind, Brandy's long, pulsating meat was inside of her, and she could almost 
feel his shaggy coat as she caressed Frank's back and shoulders. 

"Umm, good Brandy, good," she cooed as the young man readied himself for the 
assault on her maidenhead. "Yes, do it, now. Brandy dearest, do it now!" 

Frank moaned, feeling her pussy muscles kneading his burning tool, 
powerfully, squeezing and urging him on. His mind was roaring with the 
pleasure he felt and his whole body was quaking with the greedy lust that 
consumed him now. 

He took a deep breath, thrusting forward violently then, shimming his hot, 
pounding weapon hard against the tiny wall of flesh that kept him from the 
pit of her delightful cave. The delicate membrane held for a brief instant, 
and the pain roared through. Suzanne uncontrollably. 

She screamed with shock, her fantasy almost fading under the impact of 
Frank's powerful assault on her virginity. But his cock burst through her 
wall and slammed into her cunt, savagely, then, and she could feel in her 
mind and flesh, her dog's prick burying itself in her quivering tunnel. 

Frank slipped his hands beneath her soft, spongy buttocks and began to rock 
his prick in and out of her wildly. He had little art to his fucking, it was 
all violent and erratic, but Suzanne was so deep into her mental image by 
that time, that she hardly cared what he was doing, the pleasure was so 
vivid and real. 

"Harder, Brandy, harder," she moaned, tossing her attractive head from side 
to side. "Umm, give it to me, my lovely pet, give it to me, good!" 

"You bet, baby," laughed Frank Lawton in a trembling, thick voice. "Ahh, 
Jesus, I'm gonna give it to you, Suzy, you bet I will!" 

Again and again he slammed his manhood into her virginal chamber. The girl 
clasped her thighs against his hips, imagining them to be the dog's hind 
quarters and thrust herself up to meet the plunging tool. 

Breathlessly she squirmed and quaked beneath the young man, sobbing as she 
felt a climax building steadily in her taut, moist tunnel. Her pussy walls 
were throbbing around his driving prong, and her mind was filled with the 
picture of her setter, thrusting back and forth inside of her in a primal 
frenzy. 

Frank moaned and squeezed her buttocks harshly in his fingers. He dug them 
deep into her fleshy half moons, grinding his belly hard against her own. He 
could feel her pussy muscles flexing around his shaft, greedily, and the 
aching intensity of his passion was bringing his need to a moment of 
feverish explosion in his loins. 

Harder and faster he drove into the girl's cunt, now. He didn't care about 
anything then, but the pure, blinding wanting that was consuming him. He 
could feel her pussy drawing tight around his cock, signaling her 
approaching climax, and he laughed, wildly, burying his meat to the hilt 
inside of her again. 

Suzanne shivered and rocked, the wild, spreading waves of delight washing 
over her flesh, savagely. Never, in all the times she had masturbated or had 
been fingered to climax by a boy had she felt this good. The orgasm seemed 
to consume her at that point and when it began to rumble powerfully in her 
loins, she jerked and shuddered with uncontrollable fury beneath the 
thrusting youth. 

"Ohh, God, I'm going to come," she moaned, bucking her pussy hard against 
the plunging meat, her eyes shut tight in ecstasy. "Yes, Brandy, I'm going 
to come, ohh, come so good my precious pet!" 

The orgasm seared her inner flesh and she could see, vividly in her mind, 
the huge, pink cock of her dog sliding in and out of her cunt viciously. She 
twisted and turned as the fierce climax roared through her, and her come 
swirled around the plunging cock that had brought her to this moment of 
bliss. 

Frank felt her fluid washing over his prick and her muscles squeezing him so 
savagely. He picked up the speed and pace of his attack, now, slamming his 
cock into her with more violence and force than ever before. 

His shaft pounded fiercely and his balls churned with boiling come as he 
rammed into her. He could hardly breathe and he shuddered in a jerking, 
involuntary fashion as the hot. harsh climax ripped loose from his throbbing 
groin. 

Spurts of steaming come began to burst from his tool and in her mind, 
Suzanne could see her dog jerking inside of her. She imagined that it was 
his come filling her pussy then, and she screamed in satisfaction as she 
felt the boiling liquid splashing against her inner walls. "Ahh, Jesus, 
that's good, so fucking good, Suzy," moaned Frank, bucking and thrashing 
against the sobbing young girl. "Yeah. I'm getting off, baby, getting off 
right now!" 

The two of them thrashed and tumbled on the bed for several more moments, 
their violent spasms and tremors racing through them savagely. Suzanne 
moaned and shuddered, feeling Frank's prick spurting continually inside of 
her, but in her fantasy, it was the dog that was emptying its need in her 
throbbing pit. 

When . their tremors of release finally subsided, Frank rolled away from 
her, and it was "at that point, that she suddenly realized what had 
happened, and more importantly how she had been dealing with it. 

As reality crept back into her mind, and her cunt still tingled with the 
climax and sensation of Frank's cock throbbing inside of her. Suzanne felt a 
mixture of horror and shame coming over her. 

She quickly dressed and left the apartment, feeling so ill that she had .to 
sit motionless in her car for several moments in an effort to keep from 
vomiting. It was bad enough to have given her virginity to someone she was 
clearly not going to link. up with in life, but to have dreamed about being 
taken by her Irish setter was even more disgusting and horrible to her. 

She avoided Frank Lawton for the rest of the term, and would not allow 
herself to remember the incident at all after that. But now, walking slowly 
behind Sam Farrel and her mother, being at last on the ranch again,, the 
memory of what had happened came back to her in a frightening rush. 

She vowed to have nothing to do with the man, for he frightened her in some 
way that she could not explain. There was a brooding danger about the man, 
that she did not want to encounter if she could possibly avoid it. 

She was there to relax and gain strength for the following term. She had 
decided to spend her time riding and reading, staying away from all men and 
boys as much as she could. She wanted no involvement with men at ail this 
summer, and certainly not a rather beastly person like Frank Farrel. 

Whatever else happened over the summer, she thought, she would not be doing 
any screwing, to use a-rather vulgar term, and certainly not any day 
dreaming. She could handle her own sexual needs, she thought. And certainly 
handle them without the disturbing influence of strange and rather 
frightening fantasies. 

She sighed as she watched her mother leaning into the tall, lean and 
muscular middle-aged man. Grimly, she found herself half-hoping he would 
make a play for her mother. It would at least keep him from bothering her. 

For Suzanne Kennedy, the summer offered the boredom she felt she required. 
All she wanted was a nice, peaceful time to rest and prepare for the coming 
school year. Excitement, sexual or otherwise was just the thing she wanted 
to avoid. That should not be to difficult, she reasoned. After all, she was 
a young lady of breeding and discipline now, not given to flights of girlish 
fancy. At least, she hoped she was. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sam Farrel's hangover disappeared with the end of the day, but his anger did 
not. He could tell already, that the Kennerly bitches were going to be a 
problem. The mother was clearly after him, and the daughter was turning out 
to be a prize cunt. 

He had shown the woman her cabin as quickly as possible, because she was 
still hanging all over him as he pointed out the important items in the 
room, and wouldn't let go of him, even as he walked back to the door. 

"You ought to get a little rest, Mrs. Kennedy," he told her, slipping from 
her grasping arm. "It don't do for folks to stay out in the sun too long if 
they ain't used to it." 

"I'm sure I'll be in good hands, Sam," she told him, making a point to be 
less formal in her addressing him. "I think I shall nap, so I can be ready 
for dinner!" 

"That's a good idea," he grumbled, sighing with relief as she shut the door 
behind him. When he turned to face Suzanne Kennerly standing "patiently in 
front of her mother's cabin, his mood brightened considerably. 

"Come on. honey, I'll show you your digs," he said cheerfully. 

Suzanne followed him down the row of small cabins, noting that she and her 
mother were obviously going to be separated by several of them. He 
anticipated her interest in the fact and smiled as he opened the door to her 
small lodgings. 

"Thought you'd like to be a bit away's from Mom," he chuckled, opening the 
door to show her in. "Being that you're a grown up young lady, now!" 

She nodded demurely and slipped under his arm into the room. It was a cozy, 
simple affair, with a small fire place at one end of the room, and a single 
bed at the other. The walls were pine and done in a western style, and she 
already felt at home in the tiny, one room affair. 

"It's very nice, Mister Farrel," she said at last. He was grinning at her, 
his teeth faded from their once Hollywood brightness, and she nodded. "You 
may put my suitcases on the bed." 

Sam Farrel stepped into the room and tossed the two heavy bags down on the 
bed, then' leaned against the wall, making no move to leave. "You can call 
me, Sam, honey,"-he said warmly. "We don't stand on ceremony after the first 
day, around here!" 

"Well, Sam, you can continue to call me Miss Farrel, if you will," she 
replied, coldly. "I want that understood. This isn't last year, you see." 

Sam Farrel colored visibly. "Now, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" 
he snarled. "Just who do you think you are?" 

"I am the daughter of a woman paying you very handsomely for our stay here," 
Suzanne hissed. "I expected to be treated with the respect due to me. I have 
no wish to interfere with your business, please do not interfere with mine." 

"Why you little bitch," Sam snarled hotly. "What makes you think I give a 
good fuck what' you want, cunt?" 

"I don't believe you do care about what I want, Mister Farrel," Suzanne 
hissed back at him. "But I want it understood, that you aren't getting what 
you want, either! I'm not a little girl anymore; I don't lust after your 
body, if you get my meaning." 

"Ain't you the hot one?" Sam laughed bitterly. He stood up and walked to the 
door, pausing to glare at her. "I don't need your pussy, bitch, I can get 
all I want, anytime I want, remember that!" 

"Then put your tongue back in your mouth, Mister Farrel," Suzanne answered 
coolly. "Because drooling over me as you have been since we arrived isn't 
going to get you anything but the need of a cold shower, I promise you!" 

Sam sputtered in anger, then pulled the door hard behind him, slamming it 
shut on the little bitch. He was boiling with anger for the rest of the 
afternoon, and he had to take it out' on one of the hands, the new kid, just 
to calm down enough for dinner. That cunt really got under his skin, and it 
bothered him. 

Dinner was not much better. The bitch came to. the table wearing a 
semi-formal evening gown, cut low in the front, and rather skin tight. He 
could see the tops of her creamy tits all through dinner, and when she got 
up from the table, her ass swayed back and forth in such a saucy manner that 
his cock ached just watching it. 

Lydia didn't help much, either, noticing everything and giving him hell for 
it, after they had retired to their bedroom for the night. She lay in bed, 
dressed in the stupid pajamas she always wore, glaring at him as he sat by 
the window, drinking. 

"All that liquor ain't gonna help you, Sam," she snarled at him. "Miss 
Kennerly don't want your attentions, even I can see that!" 

"Fuck you," he snarled back at her, tossing down another shot of whiskey. He 
had started drinking again at the party to introduce the guests to each 
other, and had nearly finished a whole quart by now. 

"I saw you sniffing around her," chuckled his wife stretching and moaning 
with teasing promise. "Your beady eyes was following that butt of hers alj 
over the room!" 

"Lydia, you are a fucking pain in the ass, know that?" Sam hissed. 
"Sometimes I wonder why I ever, married you, anyway!" 

"To get your greedy little fingers on this ranch of mine, that's why," she 
snapped back at him. "You didn't fool me then, Sam Farrel and you don't fool 
me now. Just remember who owns this place, buster, and keep your grubby 
hands off the college girls. You want to butter up some pussy, stick to her 
mother!" 

Sam moaned in despair. Lydia could give two shits who he fucked, he 
realized. Just as long as it was somebody with money, that would continue to 
come back for another season. His wife was a cunt that could get all the 
cock she wanted, and didn't really care if she ever fucked him, as long as 
he used his to make more money for her place. 

She hired him for stud service, that much was certain. But when' the stud 
has to service a bunch of old, dried up mares, he gets a little tired and 
disgusted, Sam thought, grimly. 

"Lydia, you're just a fucking animal, know that," he sneered at her, sucking 
down a bit more of the whiskey. "Just a God damn fucking animal, that's 
all!" . "Look who's talking," the woman laughed, shaking her short brown 
hair back and forth in amusement. "I've seen you at work, cowboy, you rut 
like a four-legged mule! You ain't any thing to write home about, Sam." 

Snarling with rage, his mind still burning from the curt rejection he'd 
received that morning, from Suzanne Kennedy, Sam threw the bottle across the 
room at his laughing wife's head. 

She ducked just in time as it crashed beside her against the wall. "You 
fucking cunt, I ought to beat the hell out of you," he growled. He leaped on 
the bed beside her, and began to slap her face, methodically. 

She screamed, but clearly seemed to enjoy the punishment, for her struggles 
to resist him were half-hearted at best. He got no pleasure from crashing 
his big, calloused palms into her face, for in a matter of moments, she was 
moaning and sighing with obvious passion as he struck her. 

"Ohh, baby, yeah, that's how I like it," she moaned, groaning as his hand 
crashed into her cheek again. "Ummm, rough and hard, Jike you do it so well! 
That's why I married you baby, you're an animal, yeah!" 

Sam groaned in frustration, feeling his wife's fingers now tearing at . the 
buckle to his trousers. It was obvious that she was turned on, now, and 
wanted to be taken in his rough, usual manner. 

He felt her rough, hard digits slithering into his pants, grabbing for his 
cock which had grown thick from the excitement of beating her. She wrapped 
her hand around the tool and pulled it from within his jeans, savagely. 

"God, I love this cock," she sighed. She kneaded and rolled the thick, long 
spear back and forth between her palms. "Come on, baby, give it to your 
momma hard and mean! Fuck me, Sam, fuck me like the mean, nasty beast you 
are!" 

Sam groaned and pushed away from her, but she clutched at his shoulders and 
pulled him back around. He fell on his back on the bed and her mouth crushed 
down over his, hungrily, kissing him with a fierce, and savage greed. 

He turned his head aside to avoid her eager lips and his eyes fell on the 
figure of their house dog, a big, powerful German shepherd named Max. The 
dog had come to investigate the noise it had heard from their room, and its 
shiny black nose was now sniffing the air, taking in the scent of passion 
that was no doubt pouring from Lydia's cunt. 

Lydia pulled Sam's mouth back to hers and snarled at him angrily. "Kiss me, 
you son of a bitch," she growled, mashing her mouth over . hers once more. 
"That's what I married you for, asshole! You're a hard, nasty beast, and I 
want an animal fucking, right, God damn now!" 

She crushed her mouth against his once more, jamming her tongue between his 
teeth. Sam moaned, feeling her spear lashing hungrily at his own. His hands 
wandered absently over her shoulders and his eyes darted around the room, 
resting on Max again, the dog by now moving restlessly about the room in 
growing excitement. 

Sam began to feel the glimmer of an idea forming in his mind. In his drunken 
state, he almost had to giggle, as he thought of the perfect way to get back 
at his drunken, passionate wife, for her smart cracks. 

Okay, bitch, he thought. You want an animal, you're gonna get one! But. 
first I get you ready with a little loving. 

He began to kiss her back, moving his fingers up and down over the back, of 
her pajama tops, slithering them down to the hard, quivering base of her 
spine. He slid his palms over her buttocks and kneaded the two firm mounds, 
squeezing them in a cold, calculated fashion. 

His wife moaned in pleasure as she felt his big, strong fingers digging into 
her trembling half moons. She felt the stiff, hard spears massaging 
her-flesh, greedily, and she rocked her cunt back and forth against his 
thigh, feeling the warmth building steadily inside of her. 

"Yeah, baby, that's it," she cooed lovingly, now. "Umm, you know how to do 
it, daddy, ohh, boy do you ever!" 

Sam Farrel could feel the wetness already dripping from her cunt, seeping 
through her pajamas, and his grimy jeans. He dug his fingers deeper into her 
buttocks, then, and rode his knee back and forth against the hot,-throbbing 
hillock of her mound. 

His own cock was growing hard, now, throbbing with passion as he rolled her 
over on her back. He allowed himself to think of Suzanne Kennerly, naked and 
writhing beneath him, and coupled that picture, with the delicious 
excitement of what he had planned for his tart-tongued wife. 

Hungrily, then, he unbuttoned the top of Lydia's pajamas and slipped his 
hands inside of them, clasping them over her firm, hard tits. Her breasts 
were large and like rocks under his palms, the nipples already thick and 
taut with excitement. 

"Umm, daddy, ohhh, yes," Lydia moaned, rocking from left to right as she 
felt her husband crushing her boobs under his palms. "More,. Sam, ohh, more, 
please!" 

If he had a choice, Sam knew he would just as soon beat the fuck out of her 
as screw her right then, but he allowed her to pull on his prick again, 
squeezing and fondling it between her fingers, massaging it to life once 
more. 

He slithered one hand down over her trim, flat stomach, feeling her wet, 
warm flesh undulating with excitement under his calloused palm. He slid the 
fingers through her coarse cunt hair and cupped his hand savagely over her 
mound. She screamed and thrust upward against the greedy fingers, moaning 
with pleasure as she felt them rubbing cruelly against her damp, quaking 
hillock. 

Frantically, Sam tore at her pajamas, nearly ripping them from her in a 
frenzy to bare her completely, now. She laughed in delight and slithered the 
bottoms over her long, lean legs, and slipped the tops from her shoulders. 

"Baby, I'm all yours," she moaned, her huge breasts bobbing up and down on 
her chest with her labored breathing. "I can't wait to get that big prick 
inside me!" 

Sam Farrel stared at his wife's body and snarled. "You want my cock, baby, 
you got to entertain me a bit, first," he told her coldly. "I ain't really 
in the mood, you see, I got to get turned on!" 

His wife moaned with agonized frustration and dropped her head to his lap. 
"Ohh, Sam, I'll suck you a bit, if that's what you want," she moaned, moving 
her lips up and down the length of his tool, anxiously. "Baby, I'll blow you 
until you're ready to explode, if that's what you need!" 

Sam felt her mouth against his flesh, nibbling and lathering his meat, and 
it took all the willpower he had to pull her head back up by the hair. He 
slapped her cruelly across the face once more and shook her savagely. 

"I don't want no suck job, bitch," he growled at her viciously. "But then 
again, maybe old Max could use one! He can smell that pussy of yours burning 
all ready!" 

Lydia Farrel stared at her husband in confusion. She heard their big 
shepherd barking excitedly by the bed and she shook her head in disbelief. 
She could not imagine that Sam was being serious. 

"Are you crazy?" she gasped, turning her head to glare at the man holding 
her hair. "You want me to go down on that dog!" 

Sam's hand was at her cunt again, sliding back and forth over her throbbing 
mound, making the aching fire burn even more savagely in her loins, now. She 
shuddered and moaned, bucking in a spasm of greedy wanting. 

"You heard me, bitch," he laughed cruelly. He snapped his fingers at the 
huge, yelping shepherd and the dog instantly joined them on the bed. "If you 
want my cock in your cunt, you take care of Max, first!" 

Lydia Farrel stared at her husband in horror, his fingers kneading her pussy 
even more intently, now. Beside her, the shepherd was trying to nose its way 
between his hand and her cunt, and she could feel his wet, lapping tongue 
roaming over her hot, quivering inner thighs. 

"Ohh, Jesus, please, no, Sam," she groaned, unable to resist the powerful 
surge of need she felt boiling through her as Sam thrust his fingers deep 
into her pit once more. "I ... I can't do that, I can't!" 

Savagely, he twisted his digits deep in her cave and pressed his thumb down 
hard on her clit. The aching delight of this action made her jerk with a' 
fierce, throbbing delight and she screamed as the roar of sensual greed 
roared through her again. 

Sam allowed her to experience the pleasure for a few seconds, then viciously 
pulled his fingers from her hot, quaking tunnel and pushed her back on the 
bed away from him. He sneered at her cruelly. 

"You heard me, bitch," he snarled at her in a cold, husky voice. "It's 
either Max, then me, or nothing at all," he growled. "You want my cock, you 
got to suck old Max off first! Otherwise, jerk yourself off with a fucking 
hot dog, I don't care!" 

The powerful need was roaring in Lydia's flesh, heightened by her almost 
delirious passion which Sam was well aware of. When she got turned on, Lydia 
was like a crazy woman, so hungry for cock, she couldn't stand not to have 
it. 

She moaned, staring at the quivering dog beside them, still nosing its big 
head between her thighs. She felt its rough, raspy tongue lathering her 
cunt, now, and each frantic swipe sent the fires of lust burning hotter in 
the pit of her loins. 

"You son of a bitch, you mean it," she moaned, shuddering with the effects 
of the dog's moving tongue. "You really mean it, you bastard!" 

Sam Farrel laughed in triumph, proud of his self-control. His cock was 
throbbing badly against his thighs and his balls were pounding with an 
aching pain, but he had his horniness completely under control. 

"You bet your clit I do, baby," he chuckled cruelly. "Now, you just take 
hold of old Max's prick and start licking it, bitch! I want to see you 
sucking him until he pops his load, right in your mouth!" 

Lydia Farrel was on fire with sexual need, now. Her pussy was aching for her 
husband's cock and she moaned as she realized that-she had. no other choice. 
In her highly excited state, nothing mattered but being fucked by Sam, and 
she leaned ove? and reached for the dog's prick, now, willing to do anything 
for her husband's prick. 

She took hold of the shaft and the big shepherd barked in delight Instantly 
the long, thick spear began to expand in its furry sheath, growing thicker 
and harder as the woman squeezed it, cruelly in her fist. 

Sam held tightly to Max's head to keep him from jumping away, and Lydia 
pulled on the animal's prick, pumping her hand up and down on it, violently. 

The dog yelped and barked with excitement, and soon its cock was as hard as 
it could, be, poking from within it s hairy sleeve, the tip of it pink and 
moist with lust. The woman "moaned, bringing her head to the dog's belly, 
trembling herself with the disgust of what she was about to do. She felt 
Sam's hand pushing on her head, forcing her lips against the quivering 
weapon. 

"Go on, pig, kiss it," he snarled viciously. He pushed her mouth closer to 
the cock and laughed in delight. "Give that big, old prick a lick, you cunt! 
Suck old Max off, now, bitch, now!" 

She moaned as she felt Sam drop his free hand to her pussy once more, and 
begin to massage her aching mound again. She shuddered as the tingling 
pleasure rippled through her with increasing power and she pressed her lips 
to Max's cock, shutting her eyes tightly as she did. 

The dog yelped wildly as the woman moved her mouth over its throbbing prong. 
It was jumping and barking almost insanely, clearly agitated by her lips as 
they moved up and down along the length of the tool. 

Sam now slipped two fingers into his wife's wet, hot tunnel and expertly 
rolled them along the length of the canal. Lydia groaned with aching delight 
and snapped the tip of her tongue against the-head of the dog's cock, 
shivering as Sam probed deeper into her pussy with his thick, strong 
fingers. 

For Lydia-Farrel, nothing truly mattered how, but continuing the pleasure 
she was receiving. She rode her mouth down to the huge, black balls that 
dangled between Max's hind legs and quickly sucked them into her mouth. 

She could hear her husband laughing in delight as he rolled the throbbing 
stones from left to right, slapping at them with her tongue. The dog jumped 
and barked loudly, now, yelping in a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, as the 
woman continued' to suck and lather its imprisoned rocks. 

"Yeah, baby, that's it, suck his balls," Sam chuckled savagely. He rode his 
fingers in and out of her pussy, frantically now, urging her on with the 
plunge of his thick, strong digits. "Suck old Max, good, bitch, suck him 
good!" 

Lydia's mind was raging with shame and horror, but she was helpless to 
resist Sam's demands, now, so powerful and urgent was the need that roared 
in her loins. His thumb was rubbing briskly at her twitching clit, now, 
pressing down hard on the trembling nugget, giving her wave upon wave of 
liquid delight from the action of the hard, caressing knob. 

She reached out with her hand and fastened her fingers around Sam's cock, 
then, squeezing the huge, warm tool to life once more. She felt it expanding 
rapidly in her grip, even as Max's prick was slapping viciously, now, 
against her forehead. 

Sam groaned in mingled passion as he felt her kneading and squeezing his 
meat, and watched intently, as she lathered and sucked the dog's balls. He 
had never considered what a turn-on this might be, and he was well aware 
that seeing his wife reduced to such a humiliating state was having a 
powerful effect on his lust. 

He felt her riding her hand briskly up and down on his rod, then, twisting 
and turning it wildly in her grip. The throbbing need roared in his flesh, 
now, and he felt breathless and weak as his wife continued" to massage his 
aching tool. 

He pulled on her. hair then, yanking her mouth from the dog's balls and 
forcing it against its cock. "Suck him, bitch, bring him off, now," he 
snarled, his voice thick and tight with excitement. "Make him come, bitch, 
make Max come right now!" 

Groaning, the .woman sobbed as she felt Sam's fingers jamming deep into her 
quaking pussy, turning relentlessly against her burning inner walls. She 
shivered with a harsh spasm of need, and groaned again as she pressed her 
lips to the animal's cock, now. 

Max barked wildly as Lydia opened her mouth and drew his cock inside. The 
dog jerked in an uncontrollable spasm of primal lust as Lydia quickly 
slithered his wet, long tool into her throat. She fastened her lips tightly 
around the shaft, and Sam groaned with excitement as he saw the dog's cock 
disappearing into her mouth. 

She moved her lips and teeth against the animal's flesh, now, pumping the 
huge prick in and out of her tight, slim tunnel with a frenzied motion. She 
felt the hard, wet spear quivering against her moist inner walls, and her 
throat muscles expanded and contracted violently against the invasion of the 
cruel, perverted weapon. 

"That's it, baby, that's it," laughed Sam, now driving his fingers in and 
out of her pussy in perfect time with her bobbing head. "Suck him good, suck 
him nice!" 

As his digits slithered back and forth along her cunt walls, each stroke 
giving her more intense pleasure than the last, Lydia rode Max's prick to 
the very depths of her throat tunnel, sucking on the animal's meat, 
powerfully. 

As the huge prong rode in and out of her mouth, she could feel it expanding 
to a point of almost twice its normal size. From the way he jerked and 
bounced on all four legs, she could tell that Max was about to come, and she 
gagged at the thought of his fluid pouring into her mouth. 

But Sam was laughing wildly, now, thrusting his fingers in and out of her 
pussy, holding her head tight to the beast's thrusting tool. "Yeah, he's 
gonna come, bitch, he's gonna come real good, now!" he laughed, cruelty. 

He drove his fingers against her pussy, savagely, now, twisting and turning 
them against her aching inner flesh, so as not to allow her a moment's rest 
from the savage passion that was consuming her. 

She nearly lost track of the dog's prick in her mouth, because the pleasure 
was so intense in her pussy, but when the hot gobs of dog come began, to 
spurt from the end of Max's frenzied tool, she screamed in horror. 

Sam held her head tight to the creature's bursting prick, and she could 
taste the bitterness of the come on her tongue as the growling animal 
pouretl its beastly lust into her mouth. She gulped frantically, forced to 
swallow some of the horrible fluid, though .most of it ran out of the 
corners of her choking mouth. 

"Yeah, lick it up, bitch, swallow that come," laughed Sam, holding tightly 
to the dog's neck as it climaxed in his wife's oral chamber. "Come on, baby, 
you like come, drink some of it for Max!" 

The dog-shuddered and barked a few more times, thrusting back and forth, 
spasmodically as Lydia continued to drain his cock of his lust. The woman 
shut her eyes tight and tried to concentrate on her husband's fingers, still 
thrusting in and out of her hot, aching pussy. 

At last he let the animal go and Max leaped onto the floor, barking its 
delight. Sam laughed wildly and pushed her back down on the bed; covering 
her body with his own. His fingers rode over her pussy savagely now, and his 
mouth locked over her breasts, sucking on her tits, hungrily. 

"That was good, bitch, real good," he chuckled wildly. He caught one of her 
nipples between his teeth and bit down on it savagely. "Now you can have my 
dick, baby, you earned it with that suck job!" 

Lydia's aching humiliation and despair quickly faded under the renewed lust 
and desire she felt at her husband's hands. She felt his cock throbbing 
between her thighs, rocking back and forth against them, as he rode his 
fingers cruelly into her steaming cunt, once more. 

"Ohh, God, fuck me, now, Sam, fuck me,, now," she sobbed, twisting and 
turning as he sucked on her breast, hungrily. "Give me your prick, you son 
of a bitch! You God damn animal, I need your prick right now!" 

Sam Farrel was more excited than he had been in a long time. His cock 
throbbed with a powerful greed and his balls churned with a load of come 
that made him want to scream. The churning force of his passion was almost 
overwhelming, now, and he could barely think straight, for the desire he was 
experiencing. 

He slid his tongue in and out of her breast cleft then, snapping it at her 
nipples, while his fingers rammed cruelly against her cunt walls. He could 
feel her pussy muscles gripping his plunging spears, greedily, and as he 
inched his aching, swollen meat up along her inner thighs, he groaned with 
anticipation of fucking her as violently as he possibly could. 

He heard her gasps of pain and passion, felt the slippery sweat that coated 
her body, and knew that she was more turned-on than she had been in months. 
"You want my cock, baby, do you want it?" he sneered, poking at her 
quivering, hot pussy lips with the throbbing head of his took 

"Ohh, Jesus, God damn you, yes," she sobbed, trying desperately to thrust 
her pussy up against the quaking weapon. "Come on, come on, fuck me, now! 
Fuck me like the animal you are, you bastard!" 

Sam roared with pleasure and thrust his cock savagely against his wife's 
steaming pit. The huge, thick head of his shaft burst through her cunt 
petals and drove deep into her quaking "chamber. She screamed with delight, 
rocking from left to right as he penetrated her aching channel, feeling the 
awesome pleasure of his massive prong filling her cunt completely. 

"I'm gonna fuck you like the pig you are, bitch," Sam snarled then, slamming 
his cock completely. into her, then. "Hard and fast, cunt, just like a 
horse!" 

"Jesus, that's so good, ohhh, yeah, fuck me, good," she moaned, rocking from 
left to right as he began, to thrust in and out of her savagely. "You're a 
horse all right, Sam, a fucking stallion!" 

Sam Farrel wasted no time, now. He pumped his tool in and out of Lydia's 
pussy just as ruthlessly and brutally as he possibly could.. He rammed back 
and forth in a vicious manner, grinding his belly violently against hers as 
he buried his meat to the hilt in her gripping passage. 

Again and again he drove into her, each stroke he took more violent and 
cruel than the last. He rocked her body upward, throwing her legs over his 
shoulders and slammed his cock into her cunt like a wild man, then. 

Lydia screamed with delight as she felt him thundering back and forth inside 
of her. 

She sobbed and moaned, rocking up and down with his plunging meat, kneading 
and squeezing the driving weapon with her cunt muscles. As the cock tore 
into her cunt relentlessly, she felt the shimmering pleasure erupting in her 
loins, spreading through her pussy uncontrollably, then. 

Her inner walls throbbed and quaked around his savage prong, drawing tighter 
and tighter as her greedy moment of release came to a vicious head. She 
sobbed so breathlessly she could barely speak then, moaning in a taut, 
tortured voice. 

"Ohh, you son of a bitch, you fucking bastard, I'm going to come," she 
groaned. Her cunt was shuddering spasmodically around his cock and his 
furious pace increased. "I'm going to come you animal, you fucking beast! 
Going to come so good!" 

He laughed wildly, ramming into her harder and faster, then, as the climax 
burst in the depths of her pussy, and her love juice swirled hotly around 
his plunging shaft. He drove deep into her pussy, thrilled by her cunt 
muscles flexing around his meat, and the creamy pleasure he felt rippling 
through her fluttering . loins. 

His own savage passion grew stronger with his wife's orgasm, and Sam drove 
into her even more violently, now. He bucked and shuddered, rocking his cock 
in and out of her pussy, viciously, as his balls thundered in their sack, 
and his prick was almost painfully bursting at this point. 

The sudden explosion in his groin made him squeal with delight and he rammed 
into her like a frenzied machine as the hot come spurted from his tool. The 
wads of thick, creamy fluid shot from the head of his shaft and splashed 
against her cunt walls, violently, searing her flesh with his angry seed. 

"Fucking pig, I'm coming in you, now," he laughed wildly, twisting and 
turning his bursting prong in the depths of her tight, hot pit. "Coming in 
you, hog. coming in your fucking cunt right now!" 

He shuddered violently, then, feeling the last of his wild desire and greed 
leaving him as the come poured out of his aching tool. He crushed her body 
beneath his, jerking with the lingering tremors of his passion, then at last 
rolled off of her, groaning with the remains of his lust still tingling in 
his loins. 

Lydia Farrel lay on the bed, stunned by all that had just taken place. She 
glared at her husband coldly and snarled in a weak, broken voice. "You God 
damn son of a bitch," she whispered as if in pain. "You rotten bastard!" 

Sam Farrel moaned and sat up on the bed. He sneered at his trembling wife, 
his lip curled up in contempt. "You loved it, pig," he chuckled savagely. "I 
could tell you loved it! Maybe next time, you can suck me off and fuck Max 
instead!" 

Lydia burst into soundless crying then, her harsh, gasping sobs following 
Sam as he got up off the bed and left the room in search of more whiskey. He 
made his way down into the small club room and took a bottle down from the 
bar. He drank straight from the bottle, gasping as the harsh liquor cut 
through 'the rawness of his throat. 

He sat down on one of the stools in front of the' bar, and considered, with 
a grim smile, what had just happened. He reckoned he had showed that bitch 
not to use her mouth on him like that again. 

Hell, making her suck off the dog was better than giving her a beating, he 
thought, brightly. He took another slug from the bottle and shuddered as the 
whiskey cut its way down into his throat. 

He thought about what he had just done and smiled in delight. Making her 
fuck him only after she had sucked off the dog was a good way to put her in 
her place, he felt. It was a nice way to bring a bitch like Lydia down to 
size. 

His mind wandered then, as he stared out the window toward the cabins by the 
pond. He thought of Suzanne Kennerly, then, and grimaced. 

There was a bitch that sure needed taking down a rung or two, he thought, 
grimly. That cunt could use a lesson or two in manners and respect, he 
thought. He could almost picture her body, then, lithe and moist with the 
flesh of youth. He could see those pert little tits; the nipples poking out 
against her bikini top, her saucy little bottom straining against the tight 
trunks. 

His cock almost hardened again and he moaned in frustration. He thought, if 
he ever had the chance, he'd show her what it was all about. He'd fuck her 
just the way she deserved it, hard and mean, like a fucking animal. 

He smiled at that, lingering on the picture of her bent over, his cock 
slamming in and out of her savagely. Why not, he thought, suddenly. In fact, 
why not a real animal. 

He laughed, trying to picture the haughty, stuck-up. bitch being fucked by 
Max, or maybe even one of the horses on the ranch. That would do it, that 
would certainly make that cunt toe the line. 

In that moment, he became determined to triumph over Suzanne Kennerly that 
summer. He took another pull on the bottle in his hand. and vowed to 
himself, .that he would tame the bitch before the summer was out, or know 
the reason why. He could feel the obsession taking hold of him, and he 
didn't give a damn. If it was the last thing he ever did, he'd have Suzanne 
Kennerly at his feet, before August was through. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Of all the things Suzanne Kennerly did not need, it was discovering who the 
newest hand was on the ranch. It took her three days to find out that he was 
working there, and she almost wanted to die when she finally .ran into him. 

The Farrel's had remarked on their newest, hand, how he was young and not 
toughened up as yet, and Mrs. Farrel commented that he must be rather shy, 
for ever since the guests arrived, he had taken to staying out of sight. 

For Suzanne, this meant little, she did not even make. a connection with his 
first name when they mentioned it. But, she thought later, she should have 
known this would happen, when the third day on the ranch she went out for a 
ride on Whirlwind, her favorite horse and happened across him, fixing a 
broken water line. ' . 

As she rode up to the bent figure, she thought he looked familiar, but it 
was not until she was directly behind him and he stood at hearing her 
approach, that she gasped in recognition. 

"My God, Jeffrey Aust, what are you doing here?" she said, her voice 
breathless with shock, her eyes blinking in disbelief. 

The young man smiled sheepishly and dusted his hands on his jeans. He was 
shirtless, his back and shoulders already sunburned, his body beginning to 
harden under the sun and back-breaking work he. was given. 

"Just thought I'd see what the west was like," he replied amiably. "You're 
looking well, Suzy." 

She glared down at him, shifting nervously in the saddle. "This isn't very 
nice of you, Jeffrey," she said coldly. "Nor is it very. mature." 

"I believe I have the right to work anywhere I please, Suzy," he replied 
evenly, "You may be wealthy, but you aren't in charge of the world, you 
know." 

The young woman stiffened at his remark and shook her pretty head in 
disgust. "I thought I had told you quite clearly, that I did not wish to see 
you anymore, Jeffrey," she said harshly. "This little trick will not change 
my mind." 

"If you have noticed, Suzy, I haven't been around for you to see me," he 
replied, unable to disguise the hurt in his voice. "And, you won't have, to 
worry about me, I'm not going to be chasing after you like some eager 
puppy." 

"Oh, Jeffrey, Jeffrey," Suzanne sighed in despair. "Don't you see, it could 
never work between us, we come from such different worlds." 

Jeffrey Aust leaned against the now upright post he had been working on. His 
back was aching and he could not keep the look of pain off his face. He 
smiled grimly at the young woman looking down at him. 

"There's only one world I know of, Suzy," he said, quietly. "And most people 
try their best to be happy in it, not make it something that it isn't." 

"Exactly my point," Jeffrey," Suzanne answered curtly. "You and I come from 
two different backgrounds. You must stay in yours, and I in mine." 

"You didn't feel that way a few months ago," he countered. "I remember a 
girl that didn't give a damn about money or social standing. She only cared 
about what her heart was telling her was right." 

Suzanne smiled coldly. "Still the poet, hummm," she chuckled, her voice 
cruel and unkind. "When are you going to grow up, Jeffrey?" 

The young man sighed and shook his head. "About the time you climb down off 
the phony perch you're sitting on, I suppose," he chuckled sourly. "Just 
between you and me, Suzy, do you have to keep playing this rich bitch role?" 

"I don't have to listen to that," she growled, yanking on. the reins to her 
horse. "I'm not in the mood for insults." 

The young man moved swiftly across the dry, hard-packed ground and tore the 
reins from her hands. He yanked the horse around and steadied it, while 
Suzanne held to her saddle horn to keep from falling off the jerking animal. 

"Are you crazy?" she hissed savagely. "Stop this idiocy at once, Jeffrey!" 

"You stop it," he snarled back at her. His eyes were blazing as he stared up 
into her Own, pretty green orbs. "You can play that game with anybody you 
want, Suzy Kennerly, but not me!" 

"I don't have to listen to this," she growled, grabbing at the reins again. 

He held them just out of reach, his face set in a taut, grim mask. "I 
remember you as a wonderful girl, a sweet, kind and tender person. What 
happened to you?" he growled. "What turned you into such a phony cunt?" 

"I grew up, damn you," she snarled, leaning over her saddle, trying to reach 
the reins. "Something you ought to think about doing, you little fool!" 

"You grew up, all right." he muttered savagely. "You went away to some rich, 
bitch of a college and chickened out! You turned into another one of those 
plastic women you used to hate!" 

Finally she got hold of the reins and she pulled on them wildly. "Leave me 
alone, damn you," she hissed. "I don't have to answer to you, Jeffrey Aust!" 
He felt her pulling on the reins and he let them go at last. He shook his 
head, sighing heavily. "No, you only have to answer to your heart, Suzy," he 
said at length. "That's all you have to do, answer to your own heart!" 

She sat up again, straightening her clothing. 

"As I tried to explain to you once before, Jeffrey, it could not work out 
between us. that is why I put an end to our involvement," she said, 
formally. "I did not want either of us being hurt!" 

Jeffrey Aust laughed slowly shaking his head from left to right in bitter 
amusement. "Now, Suzy, you put an end to us because of something .else," he 
told her simply. "If it had been a lack of love, I would have accepted that, 
but this I can not buy!" 

Suzanne Kennerly was feeling distinctly uncomfortable, now. She gazed out 
over the range, somehow not wanting to look the young man in the eyes, now. 
"I don't care how you view it, Jeffrey. That's no concern of mine," she said 
cruelly. "But in the future, you shall treat me as a guest on this ranch, 
while you are an employee! Remember that for your own good!" 

Jeffrey Aust snorted savagely. "Well sure thing, Miss Kennerly," he hissed 
at the young woman's back. "But. I'm Mister Aust to you, lady, until you 
decide that you're tired of being alone up there on your royal mountain." 

"That will suit me just fine," she said, snapping her head back with a 
snarl. "Good afternoon, Mister Aust!" 

She turned her horse then, and galloped off, the young man watching her as 
she rode, in a swirl of dust, away from him. "Bitch," he muttered softly 
under his' breath. But in his mind, he called her Suzy, as he remembered her 
with a painful sense of loss. 

So now, Suzanne had the painful presence of ah old lover to deal with. The 
worst of it was, Jeffrey hadn't even been a lover. She had never had sex 
with him, which made it all the more annoying to her. 

She did not feel she owed the young man anything, and his following her to 
the ranch angered her greatly. What right did he have to disturb her life in 
such a manner, she wondered. What right on earth did the young man have to 
bother her this way. She was grim as she rode back toward the ranch, her 
afternoon spoiled completely, by this time. 

She hopped off the horse, handing the reins to a groom and stormed over to 
her cabin, burning with rage. She paced back and forth inside of the tiny 
chamber for a least ten minutes, almost to the point of screaming. 

She did not need this, she knew. She did not need a simpy, silly young boy 
following her clear across the United States, out of some foolish affection 
for her. She had half a mind to got to the Farrel's and demand he be fired. 

She smiled thinly at that. For she knew she could have it done, if she 
wanted to. She and her mother, or rather their money, was much more 
important to the Farrel's she was certain, than any young hand that did not 
even know the work. 

Yes, they would dump him in a moment, if she demanded it, but she knew, 
secretly, that she did not dare do that. If the rest of the guests heard she 
had done something like that, they would shun her. and social disgrace was 
something she did not wish to have happen to her. 

So, she would have to maintain her anger, and keep her proud bearing about 
her. After all, . Jeffrey could not step over certain boundries, those 
between the guests and employees, so she was safe from him, she knew. 

Perhaps, it would be good to let him suffer a bit, she thought. Let him 
watch her from afar. It might curb his affections for her after awhile, 
might even hurt him so badly that he would leave of his own choosing. 

She thought about that, then sat down on her bed, groaning softly. In her 
heart, she didn't really want to hurt poor Jeffrey. She still cared for him, 
still saw him as a kind and decent person. She had no real desire to put him 
through any pain, but what else could she do? 

She lay back on her bed, trembling as her mind whirled with fear and a sense 
of hopelessness. The harsh words he had spoken to her could not be easily 
forgotten. He had said things she had tried desperately to deny, and she did 
not wish to have them screaming at her from the blackness of her mind, as 
they were, now. 

She had a role to play, she thought grimly. Her mother's wealth was largely 
on paper and maintaining their image was not an easy task. Her mother was 
getting no younger, and soon Suzanne realized, she would be on her own. 

She needed to cultivate an attractive and dignified appearance, if she ever 
hoped to catch the kind of husband she needed to snare. One day, there would 
be no money, no safe cushion to fall back on. One day, she would have to 
take care of her mother, and she dreaded the thought that it would be in the 
kind of middle-class poverty she knew existed in the world she lived in. 

Too many of the girls were just like her. Putting up fronts, coming from 
less background than they claimed. They were all on the hunt for the rich 
young man that would save them from their dreary backgrounds. 

The competition was stiff, and she was not as ruthless at the game as she 
pretended. She had to develop a hard, tough shell, had to learn all the 
rules and play them better than anyone else. 

"I just can't do it, Jeffrey," she moaned aloud, fighting back the tears 
that wanted to well up in her eyes. "Don't you see, I can't afford to take 
the chance!" 

She lay on the bed, sobbing quietly for several moments, then she rose with 
a sigh, and shook off her despair. What she needed was some relaxation. She 
needed to calm down. Being tense did nothing for her looks or bearing, she 
thought, grimly. 

She quickly removed her clothes and put on her new bikini. It was a daringly 
meager affair, that barely covered her breasts and buttocks at all. She 
stared at herself in the mirror, giggling softly at the slim, erotic figure 
she cut in the skimpy outfit. There were a couple of potential suitors 
vacationing at the ranch, this might attract them, she thought. 

When she got to the pond, two of the men watched her progress with leering 
eyes. From behind her sunglasses, she could see the eagerness on their 
faces, but they were both middle-aged, and not the kind of men she was 
looking for. 

They would be merely looking for a fast, exciting roll in the hay, she knew, 
something to tell the 'hoys at the country club back home. She had no 
intention giving them that kind of thrill, and she ignored them completely, 
as she laid down in one of the lounge chairs. 

She closed her eyes, allowing the sun to bake her gently under the tanning 
lotion she had put on. After several moments, she sensed a presence beside 
her and opened her eyes to see Sam Farrel gazing down at her. 

"How do. Miss Kennerly?" he said, his smile crooked and obviously a leer. 

"I'm Fine, Mister Farrel," she replied curtly. "Would you mind moving a bit, 
you are blocking the sun." 

She turned over on her belly and felt the man's eyes roaming over her body 
hungrily as he moved out of the way. She turned her head after several more 
moments, and gazed up at him coldly. 

"Did you want something?" she said, her voice cold and demanding. 

Sam Farrel chuckled and leaned over suddenly, to whisper in her ear. "No, 
but I know you do," he cackled softly. "You come around to the bam, tonight, 
and I'll give you just what you want!" 

Before she could react, he had turned abruptly on his heel and stalked away, 
leaving her to sputter in anger. The remarks had been loud enough for the 
other men to hear and her ears reddened as she heard them snickering in 
amusement. 

She rose from the lounge chair and hurried back to her cabin, shutting the 
door with a vicious slam behind her. She stared at the wall, her eyes cold 
and angered, now, her pretty head nodding slowly. 

She would indeed keep that appointment, she was thinking then. She would go 
to the barn this evening, and have it out with Sam Farrel then and there. 
And then she would put the bastard in his place, once and for all. 

For Sam Farrel, dinner was yet another achingly frustrating affair. The 
Kennerly bitch was dressed even less formal than the night before, wearing a 
pair of tight shorts and a halter top that hardly covered even her small 
boobs. 

But she kept giving him glances through the meal, and once it was finished, 
brushed past him--long enough to whisper that she would meet him after ten, 
in the barn, as he had suggested. , As luck would have it, Lydia was taking 
the women guests to a movie in town, and that meant they would not be back 
until well after midnight. Suzanne's mother did not appear to want to go at 
first, but when her daughter complained of a headache, and Sam announced he 
vvas turning in early, she seemed resigned to leaving. 

Sam drank for the better part of the "evening, knocking off nearly a half 
quart of rye until it was nearly ten, and he pulled himself up out of the 
chair in his bedroom and made his way to the barn. 

He waited for several moments in the darkness, until Suzanne Kennerly 
appeared in the shadow of the moonlight coming through the open door. He 
quickly crossed the space between them and pulled her inside. "I knew you 
couldn't do without me, baby," he laughed, pulling the young woman tightly 
to his chest. "Well, you won't have to, much longer!" 

Savagely, Suzanne allowed him-to kiss her, then she bit down hard on his lip 
and racked her nails across his cheek. He yelped in pain, spinning away from 
her and gasping as he touched his torn face. 

"Once and for all, Farrel," she snarled at him. "You and I have nothing to 
talk about! You can just forget. all about any fun you might have with me, 
and get busy thinking about how you're going to explain those scratches to 
your wife!" 

Sam Farrel stared at the girl, his whole body shuddering with rage. It was 
one. thing to take shit from her, but to have her mark him was too much. 
Nobody put their hands on Sam Farrel, nobody. , "You little cunt," he 
hissed, lashing out with his arm and cracking the young girl hard across the 
face with the back of his hand. "I'll show you who to claw, bitch!" 

The force of the blow was so powerful, that it knocked Suzanne off her feet 
and onto the floor, stunning her into a whirling dizziness. She landed on 
her buttocks with a jarring bounce and moaned, her head dropping to one side 
of her chest. 

Sam reached down, hooking his fingers in the front of her halter top, and 
pulled her rudely to her feet. "You've been asking for this, bitch," he 
snarled savagely. "By God, you want to play rough, I will!" 

Viciously, he began to slap her back and forth across the cheeks, driving 
her wildly into the barn wall behind her. She moaned as she felt the open 
palmed blows smashing into her, each one perfectly timed to inflict much 
pain but little damage. 

Sam had learned a long time ago, how to beat up a woman without leaving 
marks, and he put his knowledge to use, now, smashing his hands into her 
again and again, until she slipped to the floor, nearly unconscious, moaning 
with pain. 

"Okay, cunt, you want it like an animal, that's the way you're gonna get 
it," he hissed cruelly. "I got just the thing for a bitch like you! When I'm 
done, you won't act so high and mighty, I promise you!" 

Suzanne was barely aware of what was happening as Sam reached down and 
quickly . undid the three buttons to her halter top. The big man gasped with 
aching greed as he slipped the garment from her shoulders and gazed, 
hungrily, at her now revealed breasts. The two, pert globes trembled with 
her labored breathing and he rubbed his palm anxiously against her nipples, 
while his cock began to grow thick in his jeans. 

Suzanne moaned once more, lashing out at him weakly with her tiny fists, but 
he ignored her efforts to drive him away, and quickly unzipped her tight, 
brief shorts. He slithered them down over her thighs and legs, then followed 
them with her panties. 

In moments, the young girl was lying, naked, on the hay covered floor, 
groaning and quivering as her senses began to return to her. She sat up, and 
with a gasp, finally discovered her nudity. 

"Yeah, baby, our time has come," chuckled Sam Farrel, tossing her panties 
aside. "You and me got some serious business, here. I got a few tricks to 
teach you, before we leave this barn, bitch!" 

Suzanne screamed wildly and tried to get to her feet. Savagely, Sam slammed 
his huge, doubled fist into her belly, knocking the wind out of her, and 
sending her back down into a sitting position again. 

He stood over the groaning young woman, sneering now, with contempt. "You 
think you're some bitch, don't you.?" he laughed. He reached up and pulled a 
whip down from a rack hanging on the upright beam beside them. He dangled 
the long, wicked-looking strand in front of her, now. 

"Well, you're in my territory, now, cunt, you'll play by my rules, 
understand?" His voice was harsh and vicious now, calm and controlled in its 
passion. "You're gonna do as I want you to, or I'm taking a bit of that 
bitchy hide off you, cunt!" 

Fear overwhelmed Suzanne, now. She had no idea if he was drunk, or mad, or 
what, but she could tell from his voice, that he was completely serious. She 
gazed at the whip and shuddered, having no doubt, by this time, that he 
would do just exactly as he said. 

"On your knees, cunt," he snarled at her coldly. "You been acting like a 
bitch to me, sit up and beg like one!" 

She moaned, slipping forward and kneeling in front of him now. She could see 
the bulge at the front of his trousers, actually growing thicker with every 
second that passed, and she groaned in terror at what he might have in mind 
for her, then. 

He chuckled, patting her on the head in a rough fashion. "Yeah, that's a 
good bitch, a good she-dog," he chuckled. "A good she-dog needs a mate, 
don't she?" 

He growled at her to stay where she was, then walked to the far end of the 
barn and opened the door. In a moment, he returned, leading his big German 
shepherd, Max, by a thick, steel chain. 

He commanded the fierce-looking dog to sit and it did as it was told.-He 
turned then, to the young, trembling girl again and smiled thinly as he 
dropped his hand to her head and lifted her up by the chin. 

"I got lots of things in mind for you, cunt," he whispered cruelly. "You're 
gonna try out some stuff you never even thought of before!" 

"Please, I, ohh, please, Farrel," she moaned, shivering as he moved his hand 
down to her quivering, breasts and pinched one nipple rudely. "Ohh, God, 
please, not this Way, not here!" 

The sensation of his rough, calloused fingers so obscenely fondling her now, 
was enough to fill her belly with a churning sense of shame. She "felt the 
hand roaming back and forth between her precious globes, pinching and 
kneading them as if she were a piece of meat he was inspecting. 

"Shut up, bitch," he hissed savagely. "From now on, you do what I say. You 
keep your mouth shut until I tell you to open it, understand?" 

He squeezed one soft, warm mound cruelly in his fingers to make his point, 
and the girl groaned thickly, shuddering at the fierce, aching pain that 
shot through her sphere from his savage caress. 

He slowly unzipped his trousers, then, and pulled his semi-erect shaft from 
within them. She moaned as she saw the expanding weapon, growing thicker now 
as he lifted it to her eyes. 

"See this cock, I want you to play with it," he told her gruffly. "I know a 
bitch like you has done it before, so get to work, cunt!" 

With trembling fingers, Suzanne reached up and took hold of the expanding 
prong, gasping at the throbbing of the blood that was raging through it, 
now. She could feel the shaft expanding rapidly against, her fingers and she 
sobbed as she held the tool lightly in her hands. 

Sam snapped his fingers at the dog beside him, and the animal stood up on 
all four legs, shuddering a bit at the female scent it smelled in the air. 
Sam laughed softly, the dull ache growing in his flesh as he felt the girl's 
fingers moving over his long, thick spear. 

"Don't seem right to leave Max out of this, now does it?" he chuckled 
softly. "Why don't you just work on his prick with your other hand, baby! He 
could use a little attention, too, you know!" 

Suzanne's, head shot up and she stared at him in horror. The very idea of 
touching a dog's penis was appalling to her, and she could not believe he 
was serious. He glared at her coldly, however, and pinched one of her 
nipples, viciously between his thick thumb and forefinger. 

"I said get hold of his cock, bitch," he snarled, twisting her trapped 
pebble ruthlessly once more. "I'll tear this little nub off your tit if 
thave to, cunt!" 

Moaning with pain, feeling as if she were living in a nightmare, now, 
Suzanne reached out and fumbled Jor the dog's cock beneath his big, quaking 
belly. The only thought on her mind was to release her breast from the cruel 
torture that Sam was inflicting on the precious globe, and she gasped as she 
tried to find the dog's shaft through his furry coat. 

She felt the huge, thick prong throbbing between his hind legs and she 
sobbed as she wrapped her fingers around the growing spear. Sam released her 
nipple then, and she moaned in relief, then sobbed as he pulled on her hair 
once again. 

"Okay, bitch, you can-start working on my cock again," he growled at her 
coldly. "You just keep getting old Max hard, there, while you start kissing 
and licking my prick. You're gonna take care of both of us, tonight. Miss 
Rich Bitch!" 

Suzanne felt as if she wanted to die as the man pulled her adorable head to 
his groin. She could smell the dank, musky odor of his lust, mingled with 
the scent of sweat, and his prick was hot and thick as it quivered against 
her chin. 

"Kiss it, bitch," he snarled, rocking her head from left to right. "Start 
jerking Max off, and kiss my cock, you cunt!" 

Moaning in horror and humiliation now, the young girl pressed her soft, pink 
lips to the head of Sam's throbbing weapon. She could feel the flesh quaking 
under her succulent petals arid she moaned, shuddering as she began to move 
her hand back and forth along the dog's growing tool. 

That this nightmare was real was unbelievable to her, but she could not deny 
the pounding of Sam's prick against her lips, nor the throbbing of the dog's 
cock in her tiny Tist as she attended to both of them. 

Slowly she moved her mouth along the length of Sam's quaking prong. She bit 
into the fevered flesh and heard him sigh with pleasure, and she squeezed 
the dog's prick tightly in her hand, listening to his gleeful bark of 
delight. 

"That's it, bitch, up and down, work your hand up and down on his cock." Sam 
muttered, his voice thick with pleasure. "Come on, cunt, take my balls in 
your mouth and suck them! Squeeze that dog prick, bitch, squeeze it good!" 

Shutting her eyes against the sight of his quaking groin, Suzanne opened her 
mouth and allowed him to shove his hot, hairy bag inside. She gasped as she 
felt the huge stones throbbing in their fleshy container, rumbling violently 
against her tongue and moist, warm cheeks. 

In her hand, Max's prick pulsated with growing force and violence, and she 
could feel it getting bigger and bigger as she moved her delicate fingers up 
and down the length of his pounding meat. 

Sam jerked and bucked against her and she ran her tongue over his balls, 
then, licking and stabbing at them, while he kneaded her tits with his big, 
thick hands. She sobbed as she felt him squeezing and caressing her tender 
globes, cruelly rubbing his palms against her nipples until they were damp 
and tight with unwanted excitement. 

The big man laughed as he watched the girl's tiny hand moving up and down 
along his dog's cock. The sweet, slender fingers gripped and squeezed the 
animal's prick, and Max yelped his pleasure at the frantic caress. 

From the way the cock was throbbing so powerfully, now, she could tell that 
the creature was growing nearer and nearer to some savage release. She hated 
to think of it spurting its fluid over her fingers, but she was resigned to 
the fact, for she knew that Farrel was determined to abuse her if she 
resisted his commands. 

She pumped her hand back and forth on the dog's cock now, and as he ordered, 
rolled his balls back and forth in her mouth. The dog jumped and barked 
wildly, and Sam rocked from side to side in delight as she sucked on his 
throbbing stones. 

She snapped her tongue violently at his balls, and blew warm currents of air 
against the flesh of his captured bag. The man moaned and shuddered with 
delight, rocking her head from left to right as he held it between his two, 
big hands. 

"Ahh, you sweet cunt, you little bitch," Sam moaned, shuddering as a violent 
spasm of desire raced through his loins. "Yeah, you're doing fine, bitch, 
just fine!" 

He was laughing, and his bellowing chuckles burned in her ears, telling her 
of the cruelty of his delight in her, shame. She sobbed as she sucked hard 
on his throbbing balls, rolling her tongue over them in bitter despair.. 

The dog's cock was pounding savagely in her fist, now, a hard, long shaft 
that felt as if it were on fire. She could feel the hot, snorting breath of 
the excited animal on her shoulder and she shut her eyes even tighter, 
against the orgasm she expected to come from him at any moment. 

Suddenly, Sam was pushing her away from him, laughing wildly with glee. 
"Yeah, we're both just about ready, bitch, just about ready indeed," he 
cackled. He took a length of clothes line from his hip pocket and quickly 
bound her wrists together tightly. 

She moaned as she felt the cord cutting into her wrists, then gasped in pain 
as he tugged on it, pulling her around and down to the floor. He slipped the 
end of the line through a ring embedded in the .floor and secured her to it 
in moments. 

She sobbed as she gazed up at the man, who was moving around behind, her, 
now. He was holding the dog by the neck, rubbing its belly as he stared at 
the trapped, trembling young girl, now. 

"Old Max needs some pussy, don't you Max," he laughed, pushing the 
shuddering animal toward her. now. "He needs a good bitch, just as much as I 
do!" 

Suzanne screamed in horror then, as she realized that he meant to have the 
dog mount her. She struggled violently with the rope that was wound around 
her wrists, sobbing as it twisted painfully against her flesh. 

"Dear Jesus, no, you can't," she sobbed, shaking her head wildly. "For the 
love of God, don't, don't make me do it, please!" 

Cruelly, now, Sam reached down and thrast his hand between her quivering 
thighs, shoving his fingers against her trembling cunt. She felt the 
horrible shame and shock of his rude invasion, and sobbed as he forced two 
fingers inside of her pit. 

"You listen to me. bitch," he snarled, twisting and turning his fingers in 
her cunt, rubbing them briskly to get the lubricating juice flowing. "You're 
gonna service old Max, here, and do a good job of it. And while he's fucking 
you, I don't want you to try and get away, or I'll put the whip to you, 
understand!" 

She screamed wildly, almost not hearing him now, the horrifying thought of 
the dog about to mount her obscuring all else in her mind. She screamed 
again as she felt Sam forcing her to rise up, pulling her up by his fingers 
in her now, damp pit. 

He thrust his digits in and out of her pussy, savagely, then, twisting and 
turning them with a ruthless passion. She felt her cunt walls expanding 
under the cruel attack, and her the, lovely body quivering violently under 
the force of his plunging digits ramming into her. 

The dog was barking wildly, now, trying to get around Sam in its frenzy to 
attack the female scent in his nostrils. The big man laughed, pumping his 
fingers ruthlessly in and out of her, twisting and turning her cunt in 
preparation. 

"Get up, bitch, up on all fours," he growled. "Max is hard and ready for his 
mate, bitch! He wants to fuck you, now!" She sobbed and rose up, the pain of 
his attack now overwhelming her shame. She shuddered in fear, pleading with 
him to free her. "Ohh, God, I'll do anything, Farrel, anything," she begged. 
"Just don't do this to me. just don't, I beg you!" 

The memory of her fantasy with Brandy came roaring back in her mind then, 
and she remembered it with horror and shock. She could almost picture the 
dream once again, and her lungs burned with the pain of breathing as she 
felt him adjusting the dog over her. now. She sobbed wildly as the animal 
began to buck back and forth against her thighs. 

She could feel its thick, long pole slithering up and down against her 
flesh, its fevered, hot breath against her back, and its tongue lashing her 
flesh, wetly. She screamed, her mind refusing to clear of the image of her 
own pet mounting her, now. 

She felt Sam guide the dog between her thighs, pulling his forelegs up over 
her back. She squirmed in panic then, trying to twist away, but it was too 
late. The yelping animal thrust forward, now. and drove its prick hard 
against her trembling moist pussy lips. 

She felt the huge organ enter her and she wailed in horror and shame as the 
dog's big, thick prick slithered to the depths of her quivering, warm 
tunnel. Max yelped and barked wildly. His cock, throbbing so powerfully that 
it forced her cunt walls to expand and contract in time with it. pulsated 
savagely in her narrow, moist channel. 

"Yeah, fuck her good. Max, fuck the little bitch good," laughed Sam Farrel. 
He held the dog tightly to the girl, then, leaving her no choice but to 
endure the thrusting animal's powerful assault. "Give it to her. Max, give 
the little bitch what she deserves, old boy!" 

Suzanne's mind reeled with horror as she felt the dog thrusting in and out 
of her now. Its thick, long spear slid back and forth along her cunt 
passage, pounding with its animal lust as the beast drove toward its craving 
for relief. 

The young girl was completely degraded by this attack. Never in her life had 
she dreamed her flesh would be so defiled. She felt the creature throbbing 
inside of her pussy, then. and her mind whirled as she saw the image of 
herself being taken by her pet back home.. 

She screamed in her mind against the thought that she was enjoying this, 
that she wanted this sick, perverted thing to take place. But to her horror 
and self-loathing her cunt was beginning to throb with excitement, the dog's 
prick clearly stimulating her hot, wet pit, now. 

Faster and harder Max roared into her cunt, now. She moaned and quivered, 
the hard, pulsating shaft quivering deep in her pussy, making her cunt walls 
tremble with unmistakable pleasure. She screamed in horror and shame, aching 
to pull free of the beast, while at the same time knowing that she was 
beginning to enjoy the attack. 

She bit her lip as the harsh, rolling pleasure surged in her cunt. Sam 
Farrel laughed in delight, not missing the pleasure she tried to keep from 
her lips and eyes: 

"Yeah, I thought so, bitch, you love it," he cackled wildly. "Do it, baby, 
get into it. Come on, cunt, get off on old Max, get off on his prick, baby!" 

She screamed in shame and self-disgust, but her cunt was pounding with 
delight, now and the surging orgasm could not be stopped as it tore through 
her. She wailed in a voice that was filled with shame and pleasure and 
shuddered as the climax roared in her aching pit. 

Max was pumping faster arid faster now, barking and yelping his pleasure as 
the orgasm triggered in his balls. The hot, thick come spurted from the 
creatures shaft and she sobbed as she felt it filling her tender tunnel to 
overflowing. 

The dog bucked back and forth inside of her for several more moments, and 
she shivered as it spent it's load in her pussy. At last it pulled out of 
her, and she fell face down on the floor, trembling with horror and shame at 
her response to the brutal attack. 

As he leaped around the barn floor in satisfaction, Sam Farrel reached down 
and pulled her to her knees in front of him again. "You ain't done, yet, 
cunt," he hissed, yanking her head toward his groin as before. "Nothing 
fancy, this time, baby, just a good, quick suck!" 

He thrust his prick at her lips and she could not fight him at all, now. She 
opened her mouth and gagged as she felt him slide his huge, hot prong into 
her soft, warm throat tunnel. 

Sam groaned with pleasure as his prick slithered deep into the moist, silken 
passage. He groaned once more as he buried his tool to the hilt in her 
mouth, shuddering as she began to suck, obediently, on the root of his 
prong. . "That's it, bitch, get me off!" he moaned, thrusting back and 
forth, slithering his meat in and out of her mouth. "Just get me off good, 
that'll do for this time!" 

Suzanne was hardly aware of what was happening to her now. She felt the 
man's prick riding in" an out of her velvet chamber, throbbing wildly 
against her taut, wet throat walls, but it did not seem to matter now As the 
man trembled and rocked on his heels, his prick driving back and forth over 
her sweet, sensual lips, he sighed contentedly with the onrush of his 
climax. His balls throbbed almost painfully now, thick, hard stones that 
quaked savagely in his. bag. His prick felt as if it were growing to twice 
its size in her mouth and he groaned as he pushed it further into her lovely 
canal. 

"Ahh, that's it baby, I'm gonna come, gonna come in your mouth," he moaned 
in delight. "Ummm, you suck pretty good, honey, yeah, gonna feel nice!" 

She choked as she felt the tool dancing wildly in her throat. The thick, 
creamy fluid began to spurt from the rod, filling her mouth with it's bitter 
tasting fire. She gagged and gulped, forced to swallow his juice as he 
moaned and shuddered in ecstasy, now. 

He pulled her head tightly to his groin and trembled with a few more fierce, 
powerful shudders, then pushed her away, and she fell to the floor, groaning 
and sobbing, the come running out of her mouth and pussy, both, now. 

She lay on the floor, shivering with utter humiliation then, and Sam Farrel 
gazed down at her with a superior contempt. He dug his toe into her belly 
and flipped her over onto her back, grinning at her cruelly. 

"Now you know who's in charge around here, bitch," he laughed viciously. He 
reached down and quickly freed her wrists. "You and me are gonna get along 
just fine, I think. Just keep your mouth shut about what happened, that's 
all." 

He walked to the door of the barn then turned back and smirked at her. "You 
tell anybody about this, and I promise you, you'll regret it, cunt," he 
warned her. "People around here know all about you perverted rich bitches. I 
can spread a real juicy story or two if I want to!" 

He laughed coldly then, and slipped out the door, shutting it behind him. 
Suzanne lay on the floor, moaning, the throbbing pain of the dog's prick 
still quaking in her pussy, and the taste of the man still on her tongue. 

She sobbed, drawing herself up to a sitting position once more. She wrapped 
her arms around her shoulders and shivered uncontrollably. She could not 
believe that this had just happened and she felt as if she wanted to die. 
She would never be the same, she knew, after this night, and she remained 
sitting there, moaning and sobbing, rocking from side to side as the horror 
of that knowledge overwhelmed her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Jeff Aust noticed a change in Suzanne almost from the moment he saw her 
next. It was the morning after their confrontation on the range, and he was 
shocked at how pale and drawn she appeared to be. 

He merely said a casual hello to her, nothing more, and she nearly leaped 
into the air, trembling with obvious fear. He took her by the shoulders and 
held her tightly, gazing into her rather dull, yet flashing eyes. 

"Hey, Suzy, what the hell is the matter with you?"'he asked, anxiously. 

"Nothing, nothing, let me go," she hissed, tearing free of his hands and 
racing into the barn. 

She saddled a horse, quickly and was tearing out into the wide open country 
before he had a chance to press the matter further with her. He watched her 
galloping away, a feeling of dread in his belly, growing stronger. 

He would have thought-about the matter some more, if Sam Farrel hadn't 
rounded the barn and barked at him to get to work. The man's eyes were 
red-rimmed with the effects of whiskey and his hands trembled a bit with a 
hangover. 

"Come on, punk, I ain't paying, you to stand around jerking off," Sam 
snarled. "You can dream about pussy on your own time, kid." 

Jeff, whose strongest point was not his temper, fought to control himself. 
He could not afford to anger the man, who not only would fire him on the 
slightest whim, he knew, but would more than likely beat him to a pulp, 
besides. 

Jeff was hot the biggest guy in the world, and he didn't like his chances in 
a Tight with Sam Farrel. The man might be a bully and a drunk, but he 
out-weighed Jeff by at least seventy pounds and was all muscle, besides. 

So the young man had swallowed his rage at the bully's insults and gone off 
to clean out the stables as ordered. As he was pitching the horse shit into 
a pile, he wondered, grimly, why he bothered with this trip. 

Clearly, Suzanne was lost to him, he knew, now. Whatever had spooked her 
during the night, didn't change the fact that she had been as cold as ice to 
him yesterday afternoon. She had changed all right, and it made him ache 
with sorrow to think of it. 

He had come all this way to be near her. in the hopes, that over the summer, 
they might get together again. But it was clearly hopeless to him, now. 
There was going to be no chance of that. 

I should just say the fuck with it, he thought savagely. I don't need to 
break my ass doing this job. I could have an easier summer than this back 
home. I could work in Jim Graver's bar and make more money, too. 

He shook his head, the urge-to leave at once, almost too much to bear. He 
hated this back-breaking, dirty work. Hated the man that ran over him like a 
raging bull most of the time. He knew that Farrel had no respect for him, 
considered him to be less than worthy. 

To his mind, things were not going to get better, and he was being stupid to 
put up with it for a single minute more. He had a plane ticket back, to be 
used any time he wanted to. He could be home in half a day, working in a bar 
and probably getting laid, too, in less than another. 

He set down the pitchfork and thought about it for a moment. What did he 
need all this for, he wondered. Why kill himself over a bitch that didn't 
give a damn about him anymore. He shook his head, bitterly. 

All the thinking in the world wasn't going to do him any good, though, 
because he knew damn well that he wasn't going anywhere. He was going to 
stay right there, chasing Suzanne Kennerly until the deal ran out. 

I'm an asshole, he thought with bitter amusement. I'm hung up on the lady 
and I can't get away from it. They'll have to kick me off this ranch before 
I leave, and that probably wouldn't do it, either. 

He went back to work. then, moaning under the harshness of his labor, 
realizing that there was nothing else he could do but continue to try and 
win her back. When you're stuck on a woman, he thought grimly, you have no 
choice. 

Suzanne Kennerly rode savagely and wildly through the desert, then, fighting 
the tears that came to her eyes, and the nagging curse that whirled in her 
mind. To her bitter amusement. she wondered how Jeffrey Aust would feel if 
he knew the tables had'been turned, now. 

It was ho longer he that was unworthy of her, she felt, but she unworthy of 
him. After what she had gone through, after what. she allowed to have happen 
to her, no decent man could ever touch her again, she thought. 

There was no way she could let a kind, good young man like Jeffrey Aust soil 
his manhood in her fouled chamber, now. She could not live with herself, 
knowing that some good man would be following the perverted-tool that had 
spent itself inside of her pit, staining her flesh forever. 

She felt the powerful movement of the horse beneath her, and a wave of 
erotic pleasure rippled through her loins. She was not surprised at the. 
sensation, she had had it before. It was just that she was realizing, now, 
what it truly meant. 

She could not deny her thoughts of last night, the clear image of her own 
pet taking her, as the big German shepherd pumped in and out of her cunt. 
She had not fought the animal, had not even fought Sam Farrel when he took 
her by the mouth, after the dog was finished. 

She was inhuman, she felt, a disgusting animal. Never in her life had she 
thought she would fall so low, become such a worthless and pitiful creature. 
The only man good enough for her. now, she realized, grimly, was someone the 
likes of Sam Farrel, another pig that did not know anything of human 
goodness. 

He had warned her not to say anything to anyone about what had happened, and 
she had to laugh at that. How could she ever speak of it, she wondered. How 
could she ever tell a single, living soul about her shame? 

He had nothing to worry about on that count. She wasn't about to degrade 
herself any further. She would not tell what had happened. For if she did, 
she knew she would have to admit her secret shame. That she had enjoyed the 
dog fucking her. 

As much as She wanted to avoid that realization, she could not, in the end, 
get away from it. The huge cock throbbing inside of her had brought her to 
an orgasm. She had taken it willingly, now, she realized, and she would 
never be clean again. 

How she wished she could kill herself, now. How she ached to. have the 
courage to end her now damned life. She could not bear the thought of living 
with this evil about herself, but she knew she would not be able to do 
anything about it. 

She rode the horse almost to exhaustion. She stayed out on the plains for 
the whole day, beating both herself and the animal savagely, in some strange 
effort to purge herself of the sin she felt she carried. 

But in the end, when she and the poor, ragged, beast, limped back to the 
barn, she had not accomplished her desire. The shame and bitter self-disgust 
were just as strong as ever, and the sense of hopelessness, burned just as 
fiercely in her soul. 

For several days after that, she kept to her room, when she wasn't out 
riding. She explained that she was doing a lot of reading, and felt tired 
from the delayed let-down of the end of the school year. 

She knew that few, if any of the other guests believed her, especially her 
mother, but she didn't care, she just wanted to be left alone. Her mother 
was constantly at her about hiding herself away, and when the woman had to 
return home to care for a friend taken sick, she was grateful for the sudden 
illness. With her mother gone, the rest would leave her to herself as she 
wanted. 

Only Sam Farrel persisted in bothering her, he and Jeffrey Aust, of course. 
Farrel she could handle. He obviously wanted another session with her, but 
she was able to put him off, claiming to be too ill to indulge in passion. 
Jeff was another story. 

While Farrel had to always be watching of his wife's sharp and roving eyes, 
Jeff had no such worries to keep him from constantly being around. It was 
not that he made any attempt to bother her directly, but his mere and 
continual presence kept her sense of shame burning brightly inside of her. 

She would sun herself by the pond, while the rest of the guests were at 
lunch, and he would pick that time to clean the water of scum and twigs. She 
would try to ignore him, but always found it impossible. 

His obvious concern for her, the love that was as clear on his face as his 
own name, was a damning look to her. She wanted to hate him, wanted to rage 
at him, to find him horrible in some manner. That she could not do that at 
all, made it all the worse for her. 

"Why don't you just go home?" she hissed at him savagely, trying to hurt him 
one afternoon. "You are being stupid. I don't love you, and I never will. I 
find you silly and dumb, go home!" 

All he did was smile, knowingly. "You got something else bothering you, 
Suzy," he told her softly. "I might remind you of it, but it isn't me, and 
you know it." 

"Yes, yes it is, damn you!" she screeched. "You're always around, always 
looking at me! You make me sick!" 

"Why don't you just tell me what the hell is eating at you, honey?" he said, 
kindly. "I just might be able to help, you know!" 

She had no answer to that, other than to burst into tears and flee to her 
cabin, sobbing uncontrollably while he looked after her. She could do 
nothing more than fall across her bed, crying wildly, feeling both shamed 
and lost, aching to rush into his arms, knowing that she could not. She had 
been a fool, and now she was paying for it, dearly. 

There was nothing for her to do now, but respond to Sam Farrel's request 
that she meet him in the stables after dinner that evening. She felt the 
curious mixture of dread and anticipation all through the meal, and trembled 
visibly as she showered before meeting the man. 

She was caught in the bind of her own humiliation and perversion, she 
realized, and there was no escape from the twisted desires that seemed to 
have been awakened in her mind and flesh. 

Sam Farrel was waiting for her. of course, his body alive with passion and 
desire as he watched the young, lithe body approaching the barn. In one 
brief span of time he had taken her from her lofty heights of haughty 
grandeur and put her in her place. 

She was wearing a long, flowing robe this evening, one that fluffed about 
her slender, supple frame with rich promise. His cock was already growing 
hard in his pants as she steadily approached the barn. 

He could see that she was wearing nothing beneath the robe, for her breasts 
rode high and pointed on her rib cage, the tiny nipples making pointed dots 
against the bright yellow coloring of the robe. It swirled against her. 
mound, attractively, and even from his distance, he could see the luscious 
hillock throbbing beneath the flowing garment. 

"Come on, baby," he chuckled softly, when she reached the door. "I been 
waiting on you for a week, bitch!' Suzanne nodded, her eyes lowering in 
shame as she stepped into the warm, musky barn. The odor of animals drifted 
up into her nostrils and the quivering excitement grew stronger in her 
loins. 

"I got some real fun planned for us tonight, bitch," Sam cackled, wrapping 
his arm around her shoulder and squeezing her breasts, harshly. "You're 
gonna love what I got in mind for you this time!" 

For Suzanne, the words he spoke had little meaning. She was well aware that 
he planned to degrade her further, but it did not seem to make much 
difference to her now. Whatever he could do, could be no worse than the 
suffering she had already endured, the shame she already carried inside of 
her. 

"Let's just get on with it," she sighed, turning and pressing her mouth to 
his. "You know you have me in your control, why taunt me this way?" 

She was kissing him hungrily, then, rolling her pink, moist tongue back and 
forth against his teeth, and grinding her crotch against his own, throbbing 
groin. He chuckled with a gasp of pleasure and pushed her away. 

"Take it easy, little rich girl," he snarled cruelly. "Since I'm in charge 
around here, I'll decide what we do and when we do it." 

He pushed her away from him, roughly and stared at her body quivering under 
the robe she was wearing. Smiling coldly, he slowly unbuttoned the pearl 
buttons that ran from her neck to the hem of the robe. 

Suzanne stood quietly as she felt his hard hands roaming downward over the 
robe. He took great delight in making the undressing of her a slow, tortured 
process. It was obvious to her, that he wished to make her humiliation 
complete and drawn out. 

When the last of the buttons was unfastened, he pushed the robe apart and 
gazed at her quivering flesh as it was revealed to his greedy eyes. Her 
watched her pert, round breasts rising-and falling with her labored, 
frightened breathing, and admired the damp thatch of silken hair that 
covered her mound. 

"You are a good-looking little bitch," he whispered hungrily. "I'll give you 
that! And already wet for something big and hard, huh, cunt?" 

He ran the hard, calloused palm of his hand downward over her breasts and 
stomach and she moaned as she felt the greedy fingers massaging her moist, 
warm flesh. Sin-gasped as she felt his fingers slithering through her cunt 
hair, kneading and caressing the damp bush between her thighs. 

"Ahh, yeah, you got a sweet little pussy," chuckled Sam, slithering the tips 
of his thick, stubby fingers back and forth against her pussy lips. "Nice 
and tight, just like a little bitch should be!" 

Suzanne moaned, wondering which emotion was worse, the shame she felt for 
her humiliation at the hands of this cruel, vicious man, or the powerful 
lust that he was giving her, despite her revulsion at his touch. 

Sam smiled grimly. "A little bitch like you thinks she's too good for the 
likes of me," he chuckled. "I know you feel that way, baby, that's why I'm 
taking you down a peg, little by little!" 

Suzanne shuddered as she felt the man's fingers kneading and fondling her 
cunt mound. She groaned as he pressed the hard knob of his thumb against her 
clit, sending hot, stinging waves of pleasure tearing through her loins. 

She leaned forward against the caressing hand, jutting her hillock tightly 
into it, gasping as she felt his free hand clutching at one of her warm, 
round globes. He squeezed the tiny sphere in his massive fist, then, digging 
his fingers deeply into the warm, pliant flesh of her boob. 

"Ohh, God, just give it to me," she moaned, sobbing a bit as her passion 
began to get out of control. "You know I need it, give it to me,.... 

He laughed again, feeling her little heart pounding under his gripping 
fingers, and the throbbing heat pouring from her loins. He squeezed her 
captured tit a little harder and slipped two of his thick, fat digits into 
her creamy chamber. 

Her cunt quaked with pleasure, then and she fell against him heavily, her 
lips roaming greedily over his. He slipped the invading spears deeper into 
her cunt, twisting and turning them to the depths of her luscious chamber. 

"Nice little baby, hot little bitch," he chuckled, roaming his own mouth 
over hers, deliberately, now. "Ahh, yeah, that's it, baby, squeeze my prick, 
you sweet little cunt!" 

Her fingers were anxiously roaming over the bulge at the front of his 
trousers, now. gripping and squeezing the hard, pounding weapon that lay 
behind them. She felt its hardness growing stronger, and her flesh quickened 
with excitement as she fondled the expanding tool. 

Sam Farrel's cock ached with pleasure as the young girl squeezed and 
massaged it through his jeans. He rocked from left to right on his heels, 
allowing her tongue to spear between his teeth and search, desperately, for 
his own. 

He knew he was in complete control now, and it pleased him to no end, to 
know that the girl was in his power. As he kneaded her breast, rubbing the 
nipple savagely with his thumb, he felt content and anxious at the same 
time. 

The tender nugget beneath his scraping thumb was throbbing with life, 
tingling with excitement as he pushed it in a lazy circle. Her. pussy walls 
were undulating against his now thrusting fingers, and her inner muscles 
were gripping and squeezing the plunging spears of his fingers, greedily. 

"Jesus, bitch, when you get hot, you get hot, don't you?" he cackled wildly. 
"I can see you ain't no miss cunt no more, you want my prick, bad, don't 
you?" 

Fumbling with his zipper, Suzanne groaned uncontrollably, then. "Yes, God 
damn you, yes," she sobbed. "I need it, I need it right now! 

She pulled the zipper down and his thick, hard prong fell into her palm, 
heavily. She felt it beating savagely against her creamy, soft flesh, and 
she wrapped her slender fingers around, the huge spear, greedily. 

Sam groaned as he felt the girl squeezing his prong, gripping it with a 
growing passion in her dainty fist. She moved her fingers up and down along 
the length of his spear, twisting and turning them in a harsh, violent 
manner. 

His balls were churning with hot come, now, and his legs felt weak as the 
young girl massaged his throbbing shaft. Her soft, lithe body trembled 
helplessly in his embrace now, and her tongue slashed at his, with a 
passionate fury. 

Her lips were moist and succulent, and he kissed her savagely, then. He bit 
her lower petal hard and was pleased to hear a gasp of pain escaping her 
throat. He intended to do more than just fuck this bitch, now. He was going 
to make sure she never even thought about looking down on him again. 

Over her shoulder, he could see the stallion. Whirlwind, stomping up and 
down in its stall. The horse was clearing agitated by the female scent in 
the air and Sam smiled as he watched the animal shifting on its legs with 
increasing excitement. 

He drove his tongue hard against Suzanne's then, lashing her moist, pink 
spear in a cruel, driving manner. His fingers rode in and out of her cunt, 
now, with a furious, vicious force and he could feel the digits getting 
sticky and wet with the thick, creamy juice of love that formed in her 
precious pit. 

She drove her own delicate fingers up and down on his tool, wildly, now, 
squeezing and kneading the prong with a fierce abandon. All that she could 
think about, was the fire building steadily in her loins, and the 
involuntary spasms that were growing more fierce in her pit each time a 
tremor rippled through her. 

Suzanne realized she was caught by aching . need, now. She could not 
understand this wild, unrelenting desire that was roaring in her cunt, but 
she knew she could not escape or resist it any longer. 

"Ohh, Jesus, Farrel," she moaned, thickly, yanking on his tool. "Fuck me, 
will you? Fuck me now, you bastard, now!" 

She felt him driving his fingers savagely in and out of her cunt, then, 
twisting them against her throbbing inner walls with a vicious brutality. 
She groaned and shuddered, aching as the need roared in her flesh, then. 

"I'll fuck you, baby, don't you worry," he chuckled cruelly. "I'm gonna fuck 
you so bad. you won't be able to stand it, I promise you!" 

The cruel digits tortured her moist, hot tunnel viciously, now. He knew 
exactly how to pump them inside of her, to turn them sensuously and give her 
the aching delight that she craved. In her hand, his cock was pounding with 
the fevered, steaming blood that raced through it, expanding the tool to an 
unbelievable width. 

She could feel his own aching greed growing stronger, a full, harsh desire 
that tore through his shaft with incredible fury. His cock was huge, now, 
throbbing so violently that she could barely hold it, and his breathing was 
rapid and forced, a hot, burning breath on her naked shoulders. 

"You want a cock, bitch, ohh, you'll get one," he laughed, knowingly. "In 
fact, I got plans for you, cunt, big plans! I'm gonna give you all the cock 
you can handle." 

Suzanne could barely understand him, then, so thick was his speech, and the 
roaring in her ears from her own pleasure, so loud and violent. She cared 
about very little at this point. Passion was all that concerned her, then. 

She felt him driving his fingers in and out of her pussy, savagely, then, 
laughing as he turned them against her inner walls, making her jerk 
spasmodically with need. She felt his other hand kneading and" massaging her 
boobs, pulling on her nipples painfully, making every part of her body come 
alive with need. v Sam Farrel's prick was aching powerfully, now. It was 
roaring with greed, a hot, steaming weapon that yearned for the ultimate 
release. He could take her any way that he wanted to, now, and he smiled, 
grimly as she pumped her little fingers savagely back and forth against his 
throbbing tool. 

For Sam, this moment was one of pure and savage satisfaction. He had the 
little cunt exactly where he wanted her. She. was totally helpless in his 
hands, and he could make her do anything, he realized. 

"You belong to me, you little slut," he snarled viciously in her ear. "I'm 
gonna have you do a lot of things to amuse me, bitch, a whole lot of things, 
indeed!" 

"Anything, anything you want," Suzanne moaned, shocked and sickened by the 
powerful, helpless pleading in her voice. "Ohh, Jesus, I can't help myself, 
I can't!" 

She squeezed his prick, passionately then, and tried, desperately to pull 
the huge, pounding weapon to her cunt. Sam laughed in a harsh, cruel tone' 
of voice, twisting her around, and jamming his fingers deep into her pit. 

"Not yet, bitch, I ain't ready for you, yet," he snarled at the trembling, 
moaning girl. 

"I'm gonna give you my cock, all right, you got to entertain me a little, 
cunt!" 

She had no idea what he meant, of course. The only thing Suzanne was aware 
of now, was the harsh, violent pounding in her pussy, and the fierce, 
burning fire of lust that seemed to be consuming her, then. 

She felt Sam walking her across the barn floor, pushing her backward by the 
fingers in her pussy and the hand that gripped her breast. She moaned as her 
soft, spongy buttocks backed into the stall of the horse behind her, and he 
pressed her body hard against the rough, raw wood. 

"You really want it bad, don't you, bitch?" Sam cackled savagely. "You 
really want this cock something fierce, huh?" 

She nodded, feeling his hand dropping from her breasts and slithering around 
behind her. "Yes, yes, you know I do," she moaned wildly. "Please, Farrel, 
now, give it to me, now!" 

The door behind her swung open and the horse stamped excitedly in the stall. 
Sam maneuvered her into the small cubicle, pushing her back toward the 
agitated animal, now, laughing harshly, "Well, baby, I ain't alone in my 
hominess, you know," he chuckled softly. "That horse you like to ride so 
much, is turned on, too!" 

He spun her around and forced her to look at the horse, its thick prick 
already swelling up in its sheath. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the 
horse's growing cock, and a ripple Of fear and disgust tore through her, 
then. 

"Whirlwind likes you too, baby, he really likes you a lot," Sam chuckled 
cruelly. "I think he could get off on a little attention from you, cunt, 
maybe a blow job, huh?" 

Suzanne groaned, her mind raging with the perversion of what Sam was 
suggesting. She flashed back to the night he had forced her to fuck the dog, 
and she felt the churning sickness rumbling in her belly. 

"Ohh, God, Farrel, please, no," she murmured, trembling and now attempting 
to pull away from him. "Don't make me do that, Farrel, ohh, God, don't make 
me!" 

Sam Farrel tightened his grip on her long, slender arm and pulled his 
fingers from her cunt. He gripped her other limb, tightly and shook the girl 
ruthlessly, then. 

"You listen to me, bitch," he snarled in a cold, vicious voice. "You're 
gonna do what I say, understand? I can mess you up so bad, you won't be able 
to think straight, remember that!" 

He had already once threatened to expose her deeds to the rest of the people 
on the ranch, and she had no doubt that he would. 

She watched the excited animal bucking gently now, its huge, brown shaft 
pulsating visibly. 

"Now, you're gonna suck that horse's prick, baby," he whispered violently. 
"And suck it good, see? Then, while you're doing that, I'm gonna fuck you 
good!" 

He shoved her toward the animal now, and the horse whinnied its excitement 
and delight as she approach. It was snorting through its thick, blackish 
nostrils, its eyes flashing with anticipation. 

"Do a good job on him, baby," Sam cooed lovingly in her ear. "And I'll give 
that pussy of yours a nice fucking, I promise you!" 

His fingers were slithering over her belly and cunt mound now, while his 
free hand twisted one of her arms up around her back. He pushed her forward 
toward the awaiting steed, his cock now thrusting savagely at her buttocks. 

Suzanne moaned, trembling with fear and now unmistakable excitement. She 
watched the cock as it throbbed between the animal's legs, pulsating 
obviously, with need. She was now standing beside the beast, feeling the 
heat of his body next to hers. 

"Take the prick, baby," Sam Farrel snarled in her ear. "Go ahead, you'll 
love it! Take hold of it bitch, take it now!" 

Suzanne moaned with self-loathing and shame as she reached out and took hold 
of the creatures thick, hard weapon. The huge cock pulsated violently 
against her soft, exquisite digits and she gasped at the warmth that was 
racing through the massive tool. 

The horse snorted with delight as the young girl wrapped her fingers around 
his cock. It jerked on its hind legs as she squeezed the prong, and she felt 
the hot blood begin to charge through its huge member as she squeezed it in 
her grip. 

"That's it, baby, play with his dick," laughed Sam Farrel, his own fingers 
once more entering her aching pit. "Go ahead, bitch, rub his cock, rub it 
good!" 

As Sam ran his fingers deeper into her pussy, Suzanne was overwhelmed by the 
desire to please the horse. A part of her was on fire with shame and 
self-disgust, while another part of her, equally as strong and demanding, 
was fascinated by the power she felt in the stallion's tool. 

It pounded with a fierce power she would never have dreamed of. The cock was 
so big and strong that it made her feel breathless and weak just to touch 
it. Hot waves of blood tore through the surging weapon, and it quaked 
against the soft, warm flesh of her palm with a fierce and savage fury. 

Slowly she kneaded and squeezed her hand back and forth along the length of 
the animal's tool. The horse snorted once more, making sounds of pleasure as 
she massaged his weapon, whinnying and neighing with obvious excitement. 

Sam Farrel felt his cock rubbing back and forth against the moist, warm 
cleft between Suzanne's buttocks, and. he moaned with the delightful tingle 
he felt in his groin. Her tender cleft was quivering deliciously against his 
hard shaft, and his prick ached to plunge between her spongy half moons, and 
bury itself deep in her hot, tight tunnel. 

He slithered his hand down over the smooth, quivering curve of her bottom 
and kneaded her precious cheeks, savagely. The girl groaned in aching 
delight, shifting from left to right on her feet, gasping as she felt the 
man massaging her tender mounds. 

Two of his fingers wormed their way between her fleshy globes and began to 
probe, anxiously, at the moist, warm dot of her rectal entrance. She gasped 
as she felt him pushing eagerly against her ruby opening, and she tightened 
the quivering entrance, with an instinctive locking of her rectal muscles. 

He chuckled cruelly, twisting and turning the insistent fingers against her 
moist, warm entrance. "Better ease up, baby," he chuckled viciously. 
"Because I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours, whether you want it or not!" 

She sobbed as he thrust his fingers once more against her anal opening. The 
pain burst in her tiny bum tunnel and she cried out as he forced two of the 
fingers inside of her, then.-She felt the cruel, uncaring prongs turning 
against her bum walls, farcing them to widen, and the sweat of pain burst on 
her flesh, making her moan with the hopelessness of her position. 

The horse's cock was now pounding savagely in her fingers, growing thicker 
and thicker with each passing moment. She felt it swelling rapidly against 
her hand, prying her fingers apart with the sheer strength of its expansion. 

Now the animal was in a savage and excited state. It nodded its head wildly 
and leaped up and down with agitated desire. The blood that throbbed through 
his tool was so hot and furious, that her tiny hand was growing warm with 
the sheer power of the steaming liquid. 

Sam stared at the girl's kneading fingers and his own prick pounded with a 
fierce wanting. He grunted as he thrust his fingers deep into her asshole, 
feeling the slippery warm of her narrow tunnel gripping the digits tightly. 

"Ohh, baby, yeah, I'm getting there," hp laughed, his voice thick and 
tortured with need. "Umm, sweet bitch, go on, start licking that prick of 
his!" 

He pushed her head forward with his free hand and the young girl moaned as 
her face came near to the cock she was holding in her hand, The dank, sweet 
odor of the animal's sweat and lust invaded her nostril's then, and she 
gagged as her mouth suddenly made contact with the huge, throbbing weapon 
she was holding. 

She could not keep herself from running her tongue over the surface of the 
creature's prick, and instantly the horse responded. It jerked spasmodically 
as she kissed it, snorting and whinnying its delight. 

Slowly, she began to run her tongue back and forth along the length of the 
tool, her anal muscles now relaxing under the unrelenting attack of Sam's 
fingers. She could not believe she was doing this, now, but her mouth roamed 
over Whirlwind's cock with increasing passion and her tender bum was 
obviously preparing for Sam's invasion. 

"That's it, bitch, lick him," he cackled wildly, then, twisting his fingers 
cruelly inside her moist tunnel. "Yeah, get down on his dick, bitch, and let 
me get my prick in your little hole!" 

For Suzanne Kennerly, it was as if the world had suddenly turned upside 
down, and her own sense of herself had been shattered. She could almost 
stand outside of herself, then and watch, with mounting disgust and horror 
as she attacked the horse's prick with her mouth. 

She licked and lathered the creature's shaft, hungrily, then, nipping at it 
with her perfect, even teeth. She felt the pulsating thrill of its passion 
against her soft, pliant lips, and she eagerly lathered the prong, now. 

Sam's fingers were plunging in and out of her asshole, savagely, then, The 
shock of pain roared through her tender, moist canal, but she made no move 
to escape, now. He laughed in delight, spreading her inner walls as far 
apart as possible with the plunging spears, while he rubbed his own, 
tortured meat, back and forth against the wet, warm flesh of her lovely 
thigh. 

"Ahh, Jesus, bitch, you got me hot," he snarled, thrusting his fingers into 
her bum as deeply as they would go. "Yeah, bitch, I'm ready, man, am I ever 
ready!" 

Now this horrifying event was about to unfold in all its sickening fury, 
Suzanne realized. She felt the huge, thick horse prick at her lips, pounding 
with a violent and undeniable fury, and she seemed helpless to do anything 
other than accept the massive prong in her mouth. 

"Take it, bitch, take it, and suck on him, now," he growled at her, 
fiercely. "I want to see him popping his load in your mouth, right when I'm 
doing mine in your asshole, baby! Suck his cock, suck it good?" 

Suzanne could do nothing, now, but as he ordered her to. She moaned, opening 
her lips wide, gathering the animal's thick, long tool inside with her 
tongue. The horse snorted and neighed loudly as it felt her lovely, 
succulent petals fastening tightly around his shaft, her tongue stabbing at 
the surface of its prick at the same time. 

Now, Sam's prick was pounding with an agonizing fury. As he watched the girl 
sucking the horse's cock' into her mouth, he pulled his fingers from her bum 
and drew his cock up between her warm, quivering buttocks. 

He spread her cheeks apart and thrust, violently, at the warm, quivering dot 
of her rectal chamber. She screamed in pain as he drove his cock into her 
asshole. The huge, hot prong was like a burning iron as it entered her. She 
felt it forcing her narrow, moist tube apart, spreading her inner walls 
beyond their normal width, now. 

Slowly, she rode the horse's prick as deeply into her mouth and throat as 
she could. The animal's huge weapon was too big for her, but she got enough 
of it into her mouth and silken tunnel to hold it fast, and be able to 
lather it, hungrily. 

Sam's cock was twisting and turning its way deep into her asshole, then, and 
he groaned as he powered his meat into the hot, gripping canal. He felt her 
rectal muscles kneading his plunging shaft, holding it tightly, and he 
laughed with cruel delight as he buried himself to the hilt in her tender, 
swollen passage. 

"Ahh, Jesus, baby, you got a tight little asshole," he chuckled savagely. 
"Umm, that's nice, cunt, a real nice little hole, yeah!" 

His fingers clasped over her small, bobbing breasts now, and he squeezed 
them cruelly as he began to rock his cock back and forth along her anal 
tube. He dug his digits deep into her spongy globes and shuddered as he slid 
his tool in and out of her lovely bum passage. 

Suzanne was took weak and horrified to do anything else now, but pump the 
horse's prick back and forth against her mouth. She lathered and sucked the 
animal's tool as hard as she could, then, realizing there was no other 
course for her to follow, now. 

She bobbed her head back and forth, wildly, feeling the thick, gnarled shaft 
expanding more and more in her mouth. The horse jumped and neighed wildly, 
now, obviously approaching a swift and powerful climax as she attacked it. 

Sam. Farrel was in ecstasy, then, his cock riding savagely in and out of her 
asshole, as he watched her sucking the animal off. He laughed with a cruel 
and vicious delight, clearly thrilled by what the girl was doing, even as he 
Was fucking her tender pit. 

Harder and harder he drove his cock into her soft, moist bum. Her anal walls 
were flexing around his tool, uncontrollably, then, gripping and kneading 
his plunging meat as he continued to bury it inside her. 

Suzanne felt nothing but the pain in her buttocks, then, and the harsh, 
compelling throbbing of the horse's prick in her mouth. She was consumed by 
the shame and horror of her perversion now, and the way she enjoyed all that 
was happening to her, made her sick to the depths of her soul. 

She could not help herself, however, as she drove the animal's prick into 
her mouth. She sucked on the pulsating shaft hungrily, thrilling to the 
vibrations it made against her lips and tongue as she worked on it. 

Now the creature could barely keep still and was jumping about, violently as 
the girl drove it's spear relentlessly toward a violent explosion. The huge 
cock seemed to be swelling up to bursting in her mouth, and its balls 
slammed into her chin almost painfully as it rocked on its hooves. 

Sam rammed his prick into her asshole was more violence and passion than she 
thought she could bear, now. She felt the hot, burning weapon searing her 
inner walls, cruelly, grinding against her tender flesh with a vicious 
passion. 

His hard, massive belly ground cruelly against her soft, spongy buttocks, 
and his hot, fevered breath washed against her shoulders as he buried his 
rod to the hilt in her bum once again. 

"Ahh, bitch, yeah, gonna come, soon, gonna come soon," he moaned. "Suck that 
horse dick, baby, suck him off. now! Make us both come, you sweet cunt!" 

As his cock throbbed savagely inside of her asshole, Suzanne could feel the 
horse's prick pulsating in her mouth, drawing tense and tight as if a spring 
wound beyond its natural limits. 

She screamed as the horse ssuddenly climaxed, spurting a violent wave of 
thick, hot fluid into her mouth. Sam laughed as she gagged on the bursting 
prong, the hot come spilling over her lips and running down her chin. 

"Swallow it, bitch, swallow his come," he snarled, grinding his cock hard 
and viciously in her bum. "I'm gonna come any second now, you cunt! Swallow 
every drop of Whirlwind's come, damn you!" 

Choking and gagging, the helpless young girl gulped at the come that 
continued to pump from the head of the animal's rod. She could taste its 
bitterness on her tongue and smell the dank aroma of it, even as Sam was 
ramming his cock more violently than ever-before, into her aching anal pit. 

The man was on fire with lust now, and knew nothing beyond the powerful 
desire that was raging in his loins. He powered his meat into her again and 
again, twisting and turning as he slammed his cock deep into her tiny 
passage. 

Her bum walls burned with the savage force of his attack, and her lithe, 
slender frame quivered as he pounded his tool into her. Again and again he 
rammed his cock to the hilt in her asshole, laughing and groaning as his 
passion reached a fevered pitch in his throbbing groin. 

Suddenly the hot come was spurting from his cock as well, and the big man 
was moaning in delight as he thrust the weapon deeply into her asshole 
again. He-shuddered wildly, moaning his delight, gasping as he licked her 
trembling shoulders with his tongue. 

"Ahh, baby, coming in your asshole, bitch," he laughed in a thick, tortured 
voice. "Yeah, ummm, boy, it's good, coming in your asshole, so good!" 

As the waves of thick, steaming liquid spurted from his cock and seared the 
tender inner flesh of her hole, she shuddered with the spasms that roared 
through the man. She felt the huge horse cock in her mouth subsiding in its 
tremors, though her lovely oral chamber was still full of its thick, sticky 
come. 

She gagged and fell forward as Sam Farrel finished his climax in her 
asshole. Her bum tunnel throbbed with pain as he finally pushed her away 
from him, pulling his aching, still trembling weapon from her poor, damaged 
pit. 

"Now you done it all, bitch," he laughed harshly. "I've fucked you in the 
ass, you fucked a dog, and sucked a horse! You ain't nothing, now, baby, 
just a scummy little whore, that's all!" 

With that, he turned on his heel and left the barn, slamming the door behind 
him. She lay on the hay-strewn floor, moaning and gagging, the sickness 
welling up in her belly as the taste of the horse's seed remained on her 
tongue. 

She lay there, sobbing wildly, feeling more foul and perverted than ever 
before. She could still feel the presence of his cock in her asshole, and 
she knew she would never be able to erase the taste of Whirlwind's come from 
her mouth. 

She cried, then, softly and hopelessly, the degradation filling her then, 
blotting out all thoughts other than the clear fact that she was probably 
one of the most disgusting human beings on earth. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jeff Aust was the one to discover that she had gone. He had tried to" find 
out what was bothering her, and when he discovered she was missing from the 
small cabin she had taken, he checked for her at the big house. 

Naturally he was not allowed inside, and had to peer through the windows of 
the small club room to see if she was there. After watching the other guests 
for a few moments, he realized she wasn't with them. 

He checked the barn on a hunch, and when he found Whirlwind missing, he 
realized that she had taken the horse. Normally, a night ride was 
discouraged in any case, but there was a bad storm brewing in the mountains, 
and he feared for her safety as he watched the dark clouds gathering 
overhead. 

He could have told Sam Farrel that she was missing, but he pushed that idea 
out of his mind. He did not want to have to explain his continuing interest 
in her, nor did he feel all together comfortable even mentioning her to Sam 
Farrel. He could not get it out of his mind, that her troubles were some way 
connected with the obvious lust he could see in Sam Farrel's eyes, whenever 
she was around. 

He decided that he would keep her leaving the ranch a secret, and go off and 
find her himself. Perhaps, he hoped, as he saddled a horse, he could finally 
get her to open up to him, once he had found her, alone, away from the 
ranch. 

The wind was already picking up as he rode out of the barn, howling softly 
in a mournful fashion, whistling past his ears. The chilly night air was 
dropping steadily, and already he was shivering despite the warm jacket he 
was wearing. 

He had not gone more than a mile before the rain began. It came down hard, 
in thick, driving sheets and in a matter of moments, he was completely 
drenched, shivering with the harsh cold that accompanied the storm. 

Instinctively, he followed the trail that wound up into the mountains. For 
some reason, he was certain she was headed in that direction. She was on 
some sort of flight, he imagined, and climbing high and away from the valley 
below, seemed to be the method she would use to escape whatever was 
troubling her. 

The rain continued, growing stronger in intensity. He cursed the foul 
weather and urged his horse onward, though the animal obviously did not want 
to be out in the cruel, unforgiving elements. 

There was a wide, torrent of a river that wound through the mountains, and 
he pulled up short at a narrow bridge that crossed it. He could see the 
water lashing at the small, wooden crossing, making it sway back and forth 
in a dangerous fashion. 

His animal jerked in reluctance as he kicked it forward. "Come on, boy, 
don't be scared," he cooed to the horse. "Just a few steps and we'll be 
over, okay?" 

The horse whinnied in fear and tried to resist, but he yanked hard on the 
reins and gave it another kick to urge it on. Slowly, hesitantly, the animal 
began to cross the bridge. 

The raging water beneath it fashed and bucked at the wood and the horse grew 
terrified. Jeff had to hold tight to the animal's neck to keep from being 
thrown, and fear raged in his heart also, now. . Tortured by terror and 
doubt, the man and beast made their way over the narrow, dangerous bridge. 
Jeff could hear the wind howling violently now, and the sound of the bridge 
yawning and straining at its moorings was frighteningly loud. 

At last they had crossed and Jeff heaved a sigh of relief as the creature 
stepped onto solid earth once more. The trail was steeper at that point, 
winding ever upward, and he gingerly prodded his animal forward on the path, 
once more. 

Even in the best of conditions, this climb took time and skill, for the path 
could lurch off at an angle suddenly, pitching one down into the deep, black 
chasm below without warning. It was a dangerous route, and Jeff was cursing 
Suzanne Kennerly for being so foolish as to take it, now. 

It was as if she were looking for disaster, he though, as he gently and 
carefully-prodded his horse up along the narrow trail. If she wanted to risk 
her life, she couldn't have picked a better way, he thought. 

Now the rain came down as if huge buckets of water were being tossed over 
the young man's head. The water washed over the path in steams, and the 
footing became more and more dangerous as they climbed. 

His horse stumbled at one point and they swayed above the yawning drop of 
the cliff for several moments, Jeff's heart beating with terror. When the 
beast he was sitting upon finally settled down, he slipped from the saddle, 
deciding it would be safer to walk from now on. ; 

The mud was thick on the trail and he was freezing under his clothing by 
now. He shivered violently as they made their slow, tortured way upward, the 
animal he was leading, resisting the climb every step of the way. 

There was a small clearing at one level of the climb and he-peered into the 
driving rain and darkness, noticing a familiar shape beside a tree. It was a 
horse, he finally realized, and he pulled his animal up and off the path, in 
excitement. 

The creature in front of him was standing, passively, beside a tree, and 
sprawled on the ground, where she had obviously been thrown, was the body of 
Suzanne Kennerly. She lay motionless as Jeff approached and he quickly ran 
to her. 

He turned her over on her back, and he noticed her eye lids fluttering. He 
sighed in relief, realizing that she was only stunned, and picked her up in 
his arms. Though he was not a big man, she hardly weighed anything at all, 
and he held her, steadily, as he peered once more into the driving rain. 

He remembered a small lodge a few hundred feet ahead, and in the blanket of 
rain, he could just make out the shape of the cabin in the distance. He 
slowly carried the unconscious girl toward the cabin, groaning as he slipped 
on the muddy earth. 

He kicked the door open when he reached the cabin and quickly carried the 
young girl over to one of the small bunks in the far corner. There was a 
pile of kindling wood and a generous amount of split logs beside the fire 
place, and he set to work, building a fire at once. 

In just a few moments, he had a small blaze going, and he added lengths of 
wood to it, until it was burning warmly in the fire place. He rubbed his 
freezing hand against the heat, and then turned to the girl lying still on 
the bunk. 

Smiling grimly, he stepped over to her and undressed her as quickly as 
possible. She was soaked to the skin, as he was, and her wet. sodden 
clothing was cold to his touch as he pulled the garments from her. 

Her lovely body was almost blue from the cold and he rubbed her hands and 
feet to get the blood flowing in them again. She moaned slightly and he 
quickly covered her with a thick, woolen blanket, then stripped off his own 
drenched clothing and wrapped himself in another one. 

He sat before the fire, adding logs now and again, watching the young girl 
as she turned on the narrow bunk, slowly coming back to her senses. After a 
few minutes her eyes fluttered open and she groaned as the consciousness 
came back to her. 

"What ... what happened?" she moaned, trying to sit up, but finding herself 
still to weak to do so. "Where ... where am I?" 

He got up and gently forced her back down on the bunk. He slipped a pillow 
under her head, and tucked the blanket around her, neatly once more. "Take 
it easy, Suzy'" he whispered softly. "You had a fall, but you're okay, now." 

She gazed at him, confused and frightened. "What are you doing here?" she 
moaned. "And where are we, anyway?" 

Jeff Aust smiled. "It's okay, Suzy." he said quietly. "I found you were gone 
and I came after you. It's a lucky thing I did." 

"I wanted to get away," she sighed, then stifling a sob. she turned her head 
to the way. "I wanted to run, and run, and run!" 

"That's a lot of running," he grunted. He slipped his arms under her 
shoulders. "Come on over here by the fire and get warm!" 

Groaning, she allowed him to lift her up from the narrow bunk and take her 
over to a small sofa placed in front of the fire. The warm blaze was 
crackling, now, sending a delicious heat pouring from the confinement of the 
fire place. 

She sat down, sighing heavily and allowed him to place her feet on a small 
stool, baring them to the warmth of the flames. She leaned against the back 
of the sofa, moaning with an obvious despair. 

"I wish you hadn't found me," she said, her voice trembling with an effort 
to keep from crying. "I wish I could have died out there!" 

Jeff sat down on the sofa next to her, though he kept a good distance 
between them. He stared at her intently, rubbing his own hands in front of 
the fire, bending over then, to toss another length of wood on the flames. 

"Why do you say that?" he asked softly, his voice baring no trace of 
disgust. "Why in hell would you want that to happen to you?" 

"You wouldn't understand," she sighed, shaking her head slowly. "Nobody 
would. Let's just say I feel that way, that's all!" 

Jeff smiled at her. "I think it's kind of silly, Suzy," he chuckled softly. 
"After all, at our age, nothing can be that bad." 

She glared at him. "Jesus, you think you know everything, don't you?" she 
snarled coldly. "You think you can solve every little problem with a little 
tender loving care, don't you?" 

Jeff shrugged. "It's always worth a try, I guess," he replied happily. 
"After all, if it wasn't for that, you'd still be freezing to death out 
there in the rain." 

"As well I should be," she answered bitterly. "I don't have much to live 
for, now, anyway. If you learned what I learned about myself, you might 
agree!" 

The intent in his stare increased, then, as he gazed at her with obvious 
affection in his eyes. "Why don't you just tell me about it?" he said, 
simply. "Why don't you just take the chance that I might understand?" 

Suzanne Kenner looked into his warm and compassionate eyes and the 
self-loathing washed over her like the rain that roared outside the small 
cabin. The fierce hatred and shame. she felt for herself became almost 
unbearable in that moment, and she hated him, too, for the goodness she saw 
in his eyes. 

At that moment, she wanted to hurt him, and hurt him savagely. She wanted to 
inflict as much pain on him as she possibly could. She smiled grimly, then, 
nodding her head as she drew the blanket tighter around her trembling body. 

"You really want to know, don't you?" she chuckled coldly. "You really think 
I'm so sweet and wonderful that I couldn't possibly have anything that 
wrong, don't you?" 

"I'm no saint, Suzy," he replied softly. "And I know that you aren't one, 
either. But that doesn't mean you're evil, in any case." 

She laughed, her voice bitter and shrill again. "All right, Jeffrey," she 
said, coldly. "You want to know, I'll tell you! I'll tell you all of it!" 

The flames crackled loudly in the fire place, and the rain and wind outside 
the small cabin whistled and howled as she told him of her encounters with 
Sam Farrel. She left nothing out, not a single portion of the incidents. She 
watched his eyes, closely, eager to see the hurt she was inflicting, on him, 
welling up in them, now. 

Perversely, unable to bear the kindly light with which the young man saw 
her, she wanted to shatter that affection, now. She wanted to destroy the 
good feelings he had for her, wanted, desperately, to see the horror and 
revulsion in his eyes. 

She was smiling .is she told him. her lips drawn hack in an almost 
animalistic snarl. She could tell that site was hurting hint. and it made 
her eager to continue, eager to tell him all of it. Just how degraded and 
perverted she truly was. 

"And I loved it. do you understand. I loved it," she cackled almost 
insanely. "I wanted to do it, I did! And I'll probably do it again, 
understand?" 

She was smiling fiercely, now. and she could see his hands trembling, making 
fists as he stared back at her. She waited for the blows she knew would 
come, waited for him to start beating her savagely in anger, horror and 
shock. 

But he merely smiled weakly in return and shook his head, sadly. "I'm sorry 
for you, Suzy," he whispered anxiously. "I really, really am sorry for you!" 

"Tuck you," she hissed savagely, sneering at him. "I don't need your 
sympathy, you little bastard. Go to hell!" 

He grabbed her by her wrists then, and she gasped, leaning back from the 
punch she was certain he was going to throw. But he did not hit her. He 
merely held tightly to her wrists and shook her a bit to get her attention. 

"You little jerk," he whispered harshly. "I'm not sorry for your sickness, 
or for what you did! I'm sorry because it's obviously tearing you apart!" 

"I'm fine, you idiot, just fine," she snarled, pulling her hands away from 
him, then. "I don't care what happens to me. now, I don't!" 

"That much is obvious." he sighed. He turned and threw another log on the 
fire, and spoke, staring into the raging, yellow and red flames. "You're so 
disgusted and upset with yourself, you don't, know what to do." 

Suzanne sobbed, turning away from him and pressing her face into the side of 
the sofa. "How do you expect me to feel?" she moaned. "After all the 
perverted things I've done, how do you think I should feel?" 

She was shuddering violently, she was crying so hard, and he turned his 
head, and stared at her fondly. He could see the blanket rising up and down 
on her shoulders as she cried, and her tragic figure made his heart ache for 
her. 

He reached out and took hold of her shoulders, turning her around to face 
him, then. "You shouldn't hate yourself," he said warmly. "That much I do 
know." 

She sobbed, falling against him now, feeling utterly helpless in that 
moment. She had expected everything from him but compassion, and she buried 
her head into his chest,-weeping openly, now. 

"Ohh, God, I feel like shit, Jeffrey, just shit," she wailed. "I'm 
worthless, completely vile, I know it, I do!" 

He sighed patting her head gently as he held her. "No, that's not true," he 
said, simply. "It just isn't true!" 

"How can you say that?" she gasped, quivering violently in his embrace. "How 
can you even begin to say that, after what I've told you?" 

Jeff Aust chuckled softly, squeezing her tenderly now. He could feel her 
tight, slender body crushing against his, even feel the hard points of her 
nipples through the blankets that separated them. 

"Because I know enough about people, not to find them disgusting," he 
assured her. "I may not understand what they do, but I don't condemn them 
out of hand." 

Suzanne Kennerly felt a wave of aching need washing through her then. She 
sobbed and mashed herself more tightly to his body, quivering with a mixture 
of excitement and love for him. 

He was rocking her gently back and forth now, kneading her shoulders with 
his hands. She felt a curious strength coming off of him, a warm, compelling 
concern and desire to help her that both shocked and comforted her. 

"You ... you really don't find me disgusting, Jeff?" she moaned, her voice 
quivering with her disbelief. "You don't think I'm some kind of perverted 
creature?" 

"No, I don't," he laughed softly, without any mocking in his tone of voice. 
"I think you're a little confused and worried, but I don't think you're 
sick, baby!" 

He reached up and lifted her head to face him. His eyes were warm and tender 
and she sighed as he bent his mouth to hers. "I love you, Suzy," he 
whispered, kissing her tenderly. "Maybe being so alone and afraid in the 
role you have been playing led you to do what you did, I don't know. But it 
doesn't matter, it really doesn't!" 

She felt his mouth, strong and manly moving over hers now and she shivered 
as the pleasing, familiar pleasure began to tingle in her loins. She felt 
his tongue slithering back and forth against her small, even teeth, and as 
parted them willingly under the probing spear. 

As his tongue slithered into her mouth, wrapping itself gently around her 
own, she moaned in pleasure. "Ohh, I want you, Jeffrey, I do," she whispered 
hungrily. "I want you badly, darling, so very badly!" 

Jeff Aust's hands slipped the folds of the blanket apart then, and cupped, 
tenderly, under her pert, round breasts. He felt them quivering against his 
palms, the blood pounding in the precious spheres with increasing fury. 

Her nipples began to grow taut and erect against his palms and he moaned 
with a powerful rumbling that was beginning to surge in his own loins, now. 

"Ohh, Suzy, Suzy, you're so beautiful," he groaned, squeezing her lovely, 
warm boobs gently in his fingers. "I love you so much, baby, so much!" 

Her mouth moved hungrily over his and she reached up with one of her hands 
and tenderly pulled one of his hands down to her lap. "Ummm, touch me there, 
darling," she moaned anxiously. "I want you to touch me there, now, please!" 

Jeff Aust's groin was throbbing, now, as he roamed his fingers over the 
girl's moist, warm pit. He felt the undulating heat pouring from her cave, 
washing over his digits enticingly. A thin stream of love juice was already 
dripping from her quivering chamber, and it coated his digits with its 
sticky film, delightfully, then. 

"You are my only love, Suzy," he whispered passionately, now. He slithered 
the tips of his fingers over her throbbing cunt mound and felt her jerking 
spasmodically in response to his caress. "My only love, baby, for truth!" 

Suzanne Kennerly groaned, the awful horror and feeling of emptiness leaving 
her swiftly,, now. She felt his fingers kneading and squeezing her breasts, 
rolling her nipples back and forth, and his other hand gently massaging her 
aching cunt mound. 

She realized that he meant what he said, and the powerful desire she was 
feeling for him grew even stronger in her pussy. She mashed her mouth down 
hungrily against his, now, kissing him wildly. 

"Ohh, Jeffrey, Jeffrey, we waited too long," she moaned, slithering her own, 
delightful hand beneath his blanket, now. "Too damn long, my darling!" 

She found his cock with her greedy fingers, already erect and throbbing 
between his legs. He gasped as she wrapped her soft, slender digits around 
the pulsating shaft, squeezing it harshly in her tiny fist. 

The pleasure raced through his manhood powerfully, making him shudder as the 
darling young girl kneaded his aching tool. He felt her warm, gripping 
digits working up and down on his prong, squeezing and massaging it to full 
erection. 

He had been waiting for such a chance with her for years, and he was 
determined that he would erase the awful memory of her incidents with Sam 
Farrel, by the pure and clean passion he would give to her. 

To his mind, nothing that had gone on before mattered, for her warmth and 
throbbing excitement was all that was important to him. now. He roamed his 
fingers greedily over her pussy mound, twisting and turning them, against 
her damp, warm bush, slithering the tips of his digits up and down along the 
cleft between her wet, quivering cunt petals. She gasped with delight, 
thrusting her pussy up hard against his hand, then, and he chuckled softly 
as he pinched the tender lips between his fingers, now. 

She groaned thickly, pumping her hand rapidly up and down on his cock, now, 
twisting her lovely fingers against his throbbing meat with increasing 
passion. "Uriimm, darling, I'm going to make you feel so good." she 
promised, her voice giggling passionately. "I'm just going to make you feel 
so nice!" 

She shifted her body around, then, slithering her lips downward along his 
chest. She kissed him passionately, all the while her lips traveling toward 
the thick, hard shaft she held in her hand. 

She nuzzled her head in his lap, lathering the base of his rod with her 
tongue, and the young man groaned, shuddering spasmodically as he felt-her 
lovely lips roaming over his aching meat. 

She giggled softly as she moved her mouth against his flesh. She could feel 
the burning blood racing through his shaft as she rolled her tongue over it. 
and when she nibbled at his hard, hot meat with her teeth, she heard the 
groan of pleasure escaping his lips and ringing in her ears. 

Lovingly, she moved her tongue over the surface of his cock, snapping at the 
head of his tool in a wicked fashion. Jeff jerked once more, the aching 
spasm of delight tearing through him, now, as the gnawing need spread 
throughout his loins. 

"Ahh, God, Suzy, that's so good," he sighed, shuddering once more as the 
lovely girl worked her mouth down to the root of his prong. "Yes, that's it, 
that's it!" 

She giggled again, pleased to be able to affect him this way. Slowly she 
worked her mouth to the base of his tool, licking and stabbing at it 
violently with her tongue. 

Hungrily she attacked the thick, hairy sack that contained his balls. She 
stabbed her tongue at his flesh, violently, slicing it around the throbbing 
stones with greedy passion. He gasped as she opened her mouth, lifting his 
balls inside with the tip of her precious dart. 

She locked her moist, warm lips around his sack and sucked on the trapped 
nuggets powerfully. The harsh, aching spasms tore through his flesh, 
violently, then, making Jeff jerk and shudder with the most powerful and 
delight sensations he had ever known. 

She lathered his imprisoned rocks with her tongue, then, slapping them back 
and forth in her mouth as she sucked hard on the aching stones. She hummed 
softly, sending violent spasms of vibrating air against his flesh, making 
the young man groan thickly, with delight. 

"Ohh, Jesus, yes. yes," he sobbed, his voice broken and spent with need. 
"Ahh, baby, Suzy, let me do the same! Let me do the same for you, now!" 

Hungrily, he squirmed his body around the narrow width of the couch, until 
his lips were pressed greedily against her belly. She sighed contentedly as 
she felt his tongue roaming down through the soft, silken hair that covered 
her crotch, stabbing greedily at her damp, quivering mound. 

Jeff slithered his spear over her cunt petals and she moaned wildly, 
thrusting her cunt against his mouth. He flicked the tip of the spear at her 
twitching ciit, spreading the lips of her pussy apart to reveal the tender 
button. 

As his tongue slashed at the quivering knob, waves of hot, stinging pleasure 
tore through her cunt, and the young girl sobbed and twisted savagely on the 
sofa in response. She moaned as she felt him sucking on her love button, 
lathering it with his tongue, while he drank the creamy, damp juice of her 
pussy, greedily.. 

Her smooth, warm thighs clasped tightly against his head and she moved her 
own adorable mouth swiftly back up along his cock, now. As the young man 
sucked and lashed at her cunt with his tongue, nibbling on her flesh, 
savagely, she-bucked her pussy hard against his face, and made her way 
toward the throbbing helmet of his tool. 

She drew her teeth along the length of his cock, slashing her tongue at the 
hot, pounding flesh as she went along. He moaned wildly and shuddered, 
groaning when her sweet, soft lips reached the tortured head of his 
manhood.-Now she opened her mouth and drew the huge, thick prong inside. 
Jeff Aust nearly leaped from the sofa, so powerful was the tremor of 
pleasure that tore through him, when the darling girl fastened her lips and 
teeth around his captured cock. 

She giggled and drew more of his tool into her mouth, relaxing her throat 
passage for the huge prong to slither down into. The hot, moistness of her 
flesh surrounding him then, and the pure delight of her silken tunnel was 
overwhelming in its sensual beauty. The young man groaned, thrusting 
forward, and eagerly she allowed him to bury his prick to the hilt in her 
velvet canal. 

Slowly they began to rock back and forth on the sofa, now, driving their 
lips and tongues at each other as their passion grew more violent and 
fierce. She powered his cock deep into her throat, sucking on the root of 
his shaft, hungrily. He lathered her cunt, savagely, then, lashing at her 
clit and sucking on her pussy lips, greedily. 

The fierce passion was growing stronger in their loins, and Suzanne could 
barely breathe, for the pure, harsh fire that burned in her cunt. She felt 
his tongue slithering deep into her pussy, and her inner walls thrashed with 
the power of her need. 

Wildly she bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, while the young man 
licked and sucked on her pussy, hungrily. She moaned and shuddered, feeling 
him burying his tongue deep inside of her then, lashing the plunging spear 
back and forth in the depths of her hot, steaming tunnel. 

. She rode his cock in and out of the silken passage of her throat, with 
increasing urgency now. Her pussy was throbbing almost unbearably, now, and 
her aching greed was reaching a limit in her loins. 

She felt his cock pounding in her mouth, pulsating savagely against her 
throat walls, and she knew that she wanted to feel it deep in her cunt, 
pumping and thrusting in and out of her brutally. 

She sucked wildly on his prick, though, allowing herself to be content with 
that, if it was how he wanted to come. She was willing to do anything to 
please him: now, even take his come in her mouth if that was the way he 
wanted it. 

But Jeff's balls were raging savagely, then, and the hot blood that was 
tearing through his cock was more powerful and demanding than anything he 
had imagined. All he could think about was being in her pussy, and he pulled 
his mouth from her cunt, then, groaning as he tried to speak. 

"I want to fuck you, Suzy." he gasped thickly, trying desperately to pull 
himself around and over her, now. "I want to be in your cunt, baby, in your 
cunt!" 

She sobbed wildly and shifted her body around beneath him, then. "Like a 
dog." she moaned, no longer caring if her fantasy controlled her, as long as 
she could get him inside of her, then. "Fuck me like a dog, please, Jeff, 
like a dog!" 

She was on her hands and knees, now. swaying from left to right on the sofa, 
her firm, ripe buttocks jiggling attractively, her round, pert breasts 
dangling enticingly from her chest. She rocked wildly as he slipped up 
behind her. grasping her hips in his hands and pulling himself forward. 

"Ohh, Jesus, yes, I want you, yes," she moaned, balancing herself on one 
hand as she reached between her legs for his cock. "Ummm, just like a dog, 
yes, yes!" 

She pulled his cock greedily toward her cunt, shuddering as she felt it 
throbbing in her fingers once more. The huge, thick spear was pulsating 
powerfully and she guided it quickly toward her awaiting chamber. 

Jeff Aust moaned wildly as he felt the thick, hot head of his cock 
slithering between her damp, warm cunt lips. The twin petals of love gripped 
the plunging meat hungrily, kneading it forward with anxious greed. 

Moaning wildly again, he thrust hard into her pit, burying his tool 
completely in her quaking passage. He leaned up and over her, then, slipping 
his hands under her body and gripping her tits tightly in his fists. 

"Now, fuck me hard, right now," she groaned, bucking her tender, spongy 
behind hard against his belly. "Do it just like an animal, Jeff, ohh, God. 
do it now!" 

The young man moaned softly, feeling her cunt muscles squeezing and gripping 
his cock fiercely, now. She flexed the strong, eager muscles savagely 
against his flesh, urging him to begin the powerful attack that she craved. 

Now the young man was overwhelmed by the passion tearing through his loins. 
He began to slither his prick in and out of her cunt with a slow, rhythmic 
pace. twisting and turning the shaft as he rode it along her hot, creamy 
passage. 

Her cunt seemed to be on fire around his thrusting tool, burning with the 
fierce, powerful lust that was consuming her. She nodded, laughing wildly 
and bucking against him as he buried the tool inside of her once more. 

"Faster, harder, darling, yes," she moaned, twisting from left to right in 
pure, violent pleasure. "Ummm, like a dog, fuck me good, like the bitch I 
am!" 

Jeff could not control himself, now. He began to pump his tool in and out of 
her violently, then, rocking it back and forth along her hot, gripping 
tunnel with an increasing frenzy of passion. 

His flesh was burning with desire and his cock felt as if it were going to 
explode as he drove it into her. She threw herself against him wildly, 
laughing and sobbing with pleasure, now, her cunt muscles gripping and 
squeezing him with uncontrollable fury. 

Again and again he roared into her pit. She sobbed, her mind swirling with 
the memory and image of the huge dog that had fucked her before. She did not 
care,-though, what she dreamed of, now, as long as he kept screwing her so 
wonderfully. 

Faster and faster he powered his cock along her hot, trembling path. He 
could feel her pussy walls locking against his driving weapon, gearing up 
for a massive and violent orgasm. She tossed her head from left to right and 
her tits quivered deliciously in his hands as he kneaded them. 

With ever increasing passion and force, he pumped his meat into her cunt. 
She groaned and gasped with delight, nodding now, her cunt drawing so 
tightly around his cock, that it felt as if, she were trying to crush it 
between her inner walls. 

"Ohh, God, Jeff, yes, yes, I'm' going to come," she sobbed, thrusting her 
bottom hard against his grinding belly. 'Ooooo, going to come, darling, come 
so good!" 

He slammed into her once more and felt the hot, boiling flood of her release 
washing over his shaft as she climaxed violently. The harsh, compelling 
spasms tore through her pussy, now, rocking them both from left to right 
with the sheer violence and force of her orgasm. 

Jeff could barely see straight as he drove into her, now. Her cunt muscles 
were gripping and kneading him wildly, now, urging him on toward his own, 
aching relief. He gasped and shuddered as he felt it coming over him, the 
churning come about to burst free from the tortured sack of his balls. 

Suddenly the hot burst of creamy fluid shot from his nuts and spurted 
savagely into her cunt. She remembered the sensation of the dog coming 
inside of her, then, but this climax felt much more pleasurable in her 
loins. 

"I'm coming, Jesus, yes, coming, now," he gasped, thrusting his bursting 
tool to the very pit of her quaking tunnel. "Ohh, God, yes, Suzy, so good, 
it's so fucking good, now, yes!" 

The creamy fluid powered out of his rod and she wailed in delight as she 
felt his come splashing against her inner walls. Again and again the angry 
bursts of creamy delight washed through her pussy and she sighed 
contentedly, crumbling to the cushions of the sofa under his rude, harsh 
climax. 

Together they shivered and gasped under the effects of their orgasms. He lay 
over her, his prick plunged deep into her cunt, quivering savagely inside of 
her, now. Her cunt continued to tremble and thrash against his buried prong, 
and they both felt more marvelous bliss and draining relief than they had 
ever imagined possible. 

When finally the last of the aching spasms drained away, Jeff rolled off of 
her and pulled her to his chest, wrapping them both in the comfort on one of 
the blankets. He stared into the fire, holding her tightly, feeling at last, 
that he had broken through the wall she had thrown up between them. 

Suzy shuddered quietly in his embrace, feeling the strength of his cock 
resting against her belly, the warmth of it still caressing her moist, 
trembling flesh. She felt safe for the first time in years, and the horror 
and loneliness began to leave her then, replaced by the marvelous sense of 
completeness that being with him gave her. Whatever her dreams and fantasies 
might be, the love and tenderness she felt from him was real, she thought. 
And that much, gave her peace. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sam Farrel was drunk again, seething with anger at his. wife. She had been 
nosing around too much lately, and was screaming at him, from the other end 
of the bar now, as drunk, or even drunker than he was. 

"How is that young cunt, anyway, Sam?" she cackled, raising her glass in a 
toast to him. "You sure like that young pussy, don't you. friend?" 

It was all Sam could do to keep from punching the rotten bitch in the face, 
or just throwing his whiskey glass at her, drink and all. Her once pretty 
face was twisted up into an ugly sneer, now, and her eyes dull and -rimmed 
with red lines. 

"Pipe down. Lydia," he hissed through his teeth. "The guests don't want to 
hear about your ugly suspicions." 

That much was true, he thought grimly. He looked around the room at the 
bored, anxious and offended faces of his guests and could imagine what was 
going through their minds. She had been hitting the sauce since before 
dinner, and now was in a raging torrent of anger. 

He wondered just exactly what had set her off. There was a band playing, 
thank God, and most of the guests could only hear . her screaming, not the 
words that poured, like venom, from her lips. 

He thought he had slipped out of the party unnoticed, but he was beginning 
tb get the idea that he hadn't. From the way she was coming on at him, he 
guessed she had seen him sneaking out. 

She was smiling at him crookedly, now, her grin vicious and drunken, not at 
all pleasing to his eye. He shook his head, grimly, and turned away from her 
glare, trying hard not to get too drunk and angry himself. 

God, he thought, I'm tired of this shit. I ought to just pack up and leave 
her flat. And go where? I ain't got no money, and the bitch sure wouldn't 
give me bus fare out of here. 

She had him trapped, he realized, and there wasn't anything he could do 
about it. But if she didn't quit screeching like she was, he was going to 
bust her one in the nose, he just knew. 

It was lousy for business, and he was well aware that more than once in the 
past, their loud arguments had driven guests away. He supposed he would have 
to play lovey-dovey with her in a little while, just to shut her up. 

Slowly, Lydia made her way, stumbling, over to where he sat. She plopped 
down in a chair beside him and laughed thickly. "I know where you been, 
Sam," she chuckled drunkenly. "I know what you been up to!" 

"Oh yeah?" he snarled, turning and gazing at her with hatred in his eyes. 
"Just where might that be, cunt?" 

He was completely unable to keep the vicious anger out of his voice, though 
he knew that he was goading her into a violent outburst. Somehow, in his 
foggy state of mind, it just wasn't worth the effort to be nice to her. 

"You don't know anything, you ugly pig," he sneered cruelly. "You just feel 
like running off at the mouth, that's all." 

Even the bartender was edging away from them now, a worried look on his face 
as he sensed the explosion coming. The band had kept playing through all of 
this, though their music was off-key and rambling with the tension in the 
room. 

Lydia sneered back at her husband, the rage and disgust with him and herself 
rushing through her uncontrollably. "Running off at the mouth, am I?" she 
cackled loudly. "Well, I wonder what Whirlwind would say to that?" 

Sam froze at the mention of the horse's name. A cold chill ran up and down 
his spine and he began to shake uncontrollably, then. His eyes flashed open 
wide and he found it hard to swallow the whiskey he had in his mouth. 

Lydia, seeing that she had struck a sore spot, nodded ruthlessly. "That's 
right, you fucking animal, I followed you," she snarled viciously. "I saw 
what you made that poor little cunt do, I saw you make her suck off that 
horse!" 

The room had gotten still all of a sudden. Her voice was loud, way over the 
volume of the band, and in a few seconds, evert they quit playing to listen 
to her. She laughed again, savagely. 

Sam was trembling with rage and horror, for. he could see that his drunken 
wife was telling the truth, and about to reveal it to everyone. "Shut up, 
you fucking bitch," he hissed at her coldly. "Are you nuts? Keep your God 
damn mouth shut!" 

She laughed at him savagely. She turned to the assembled guests, now all 
listening to her attentively. "Yes, friends, my dear husband is a pervert," 
she chuckled, waving her glass around in a lurching fashion. "He forced one 
of our guests, a dear, sweet little thing, into performing the most 
outrageous of acts!" 

Bellowing with rage, Sam crossed the room to where Lydia was standing and 
knocked the drink from her hand. He took her by the shoulders and shook her 
ruthlessly. 

"If you don't shut up, I'm warning you, Lydia," he snarled at her harshly. 
"I will break you in two, you fucking cunt!" 

She slapped him across the face with her open palm and the crowd gasped as 
they heard the echo of the stinging blow. "Fuck you, Sam," she snarled back 
at him. "I'm telling them everything, I'm sick of your perverted stunts!" 

She turned and grinned, crookedly, at the crowd. "If you folks only knew 
what a sick beast this man is," she laughed once more. "His idea of fun is 
to watch some poor woman get it on with a fucking animal!" 

Something snapped in Sam Farrel at that moment, he roared as if a wounded 
beast and spun his wife around. He drove his fist squarely into her nose, 
and the sick sound of the bone cracking filled the room as his punch landed. 

She sailed away from him and landed on her buttocks on the floor, moaning as 
the blood began to stream from her wound. He pulled his belt from his jeans, 
quickly and doubled a loop around his hand. 

People began to edge toward the door but he screamed at them wildly. 
"Anybody leaves this room, I'll break their fucking neck," he growled. "I'm 
gonna teach this bitch a lesson, teach all of you a lesson, and you're all 
gonna watch!" 

He reached back into his small holster and pulled out the little pistol he 
always carried for hunting vermin. He waved it around the room wildly, and 
the assembled throng gasped in fear and horror. 

"Yeah, that's right, you fuckers," he snarled at them. "I'll kill the first 
son of a bitch that tries to leave this room, understand?" 

He fired a shot into the ceiling and the women in the room screamed, while 
the men hurriedly pushed their way back from the door and into the center of 
the room. 

Lock that fucking thing," he hissed at the young bartender. 

-Quickly the young man rushed to the door, turned the lock and brought the 
key over to where Sam was standing. He pocketed the key swiftly, then shoved 
the young man away from him, and turned to his moaning wife. 

"Okay, cunt, you want to run off your mouth, we're just gonna show these 
fuckers what you mean!" he laughed. "Take off your clothes, bitch, now!" 

Wiping the blood from her nose, Lydia trembled in fear and moaned, softly. 
"God, Sam, you're crazy," she gasped. "You've gone nuts!" 

Viciously, he lashed her with the thick, wide belt, cracking it hard against 
her shoulders. "I said strip, bitch!" 

She screamed in pain and hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it 
from her shoulders. She unbuttoned her jeans and ran the zipper down, then 
slithered out of them and her panties at the same time. She sat on the 
floor, still bleeding from her nose, her firm, hard body quivering in 
terror. 

Groaning, she watched as Sam grinned at her viciously. He whirled the belt 
around his head, and as she turned away, brought it down hard against her 
now, naked and defenseless shoulders. 

The pain bore into her like a knife as the belt landed. She screamed in 
agony and jerked forward onto her belly from the force of the blow. At 
.once, he cracked the thick, wide strap against her quivering buttocks and 
she sobbed and wailed with new and even more savage pain. 

Again and again he brought the belt down upon his helpless wife. She sobbed 
and screamed, twisting and turning under the vicious blows, her creamy, 
white flesh growing red and welted from the falling lash. 

"You cunt, you're gonna show them, all right," he gasped, cracking the belt 
hard against the base of her spine. "You're really gonna show them, bitch!" 

She crawled along the floor, slowly, moaning as the blows fell again and 
again. She could hardly breathe from the pain she felt, and finally she was 
so beaten and in such agony, that she could no longer even crawl away from 
her husband's savage attack. 

He was breathing heavily now, gasping as the effort of beating her took some 
of his energy out of him. He threw the belt aside, then, and bent down, 
pulling her up to her knees by her hair. 

"Now, bitch, you're gonna show these fuckers just what you meant," he 
growled at her. "Unzip my fucking pants, bitch, right now!" 

As she fumbled with his zipper, he snapped his fingers to Max. lying" in the 
corner, watching all that had happened, with a look of excitement in his 
eyes. The big shepherd quickly joined his master, snarling and yelping in 
turn. 

Lydia had Sam's cock in her hands, now, as she was kneading the thick shaft 
into full erection. Sam laughed thickly, and nodded, patting the hard side 
of his dog as his wife worked on his tool. 

"You know what to do, bitch," he growled at her again. "Get Max hard, too, 
cunt! You're gonna give these folks a show!" 

Lydia groaned in horror and shame, but realized she had no choice. Her 
husband was clearly insane, now, and would not take no for an answer. 
Quickly she reached beneath the dog's belly and found his cock, throbbing 
already with anticipation. 

The dog barked wildly as Lydia fastened her fingers around his cock, 
squeezing it powerfully in her grip. The animal was whimpering as Lydia 
squeezed and kneaded his meat, and in a few moments, the creature's shaft 
was thick and hard, throbbing savagely against her gripping fingers. 

Sam laughed happily as he watched his wife fondling the dog's prick, while 
working steadily on his own. He moaned in pleasure as her fingers traveled 
up and down on his prick, pinching ,and tugging on his flesh in a determined 
manner. 

He rocked on his heels, his flesh on fire with the touch of his wife's hand, 
his balls pounding with the come that was beginning to churn in his sack. 
The dog was yelping its pleasure, now, shifting on its hind legs, bucking 
spasmodically as Lydia continued to massage the beast's thick, long spear. 

"That's it, cunt," snarled the big man, his voice thick was amusement and 
pleasure. "Get us both ready, bitch, get us both hot for your mouth and 
pussy, you pig!" 

Lydia moaned as she continued to fondle her husband's and the dog's prick. 
She worked her fingers up and down both shafts, feeling the hot blood 
surging in them, listening to their moans and whimpers of delight. 

The crowd was thrust into speechless shock by what they were seeing. They 
could not believe they were watching this woman being forced to masturbate 
both her husband and an animal at the same time. 

A couple of the women in the room had already fainted, and the rest of the 
crowd was both terrified by Sam's savage anger, now, and sickened by the 
sight they were viewing. No one dared move toward the door, however, and 
they remained silent and frozen in place as the spectacle went on. 

Now, Sam's cock was throbbing painfully against his wife's kneading fingers. 
The aching blood was racing up and down the length of his shaft, and the 
thick helmet of his tool pounded savagely. 

The dog was yelping continuously, now, jerking and shuddering spasmodically, 
trying to wedge its nose between Lydia's tight, locked thighs. Sam laughed 
in delight, gasping as the pleasure roared through his flesh at an 
uncontrollable rate. He nodded his head in satisfaction, the anger and 
whiskey roaring in his brain, along with the passion, by this time. 

He didn't give a damn for anything in this moment, other than showing all 
these rich creeps just how much power he had. He only wanted to stun and 
shock them, show them that he was in control here, that he told all of them 
what to do. 

Lydia moaned as she felt the two cocks pounding in her hands, roaring with 
hot, angry greed. The animal's prick felt as if it were burning in her 
fingers and she pinched it, moaning softly as she realized her ordeal had 
just begun. 

Sam groaned and suddenly pushed his wife away from him. "On your knees, 
cunt." he hissed at her, then. "On your hands and knees like the pig bitch 
you are!" 

Sobbing, Lydia did as he commanded her to, turning around and kneeling away 
from him. She felt his fingers reaching between her quivering thighs, and 
gasped as he began to pinch and pull on her pussy lips. He thrust two 
fingers rudely into her pit, twisting and turning them as he buried them 
deep inside of her aching cunt. 

She moaned as her husband methodically pumped his fingers in and out of her 
pussy, now, rolling them back and forth to widen her passage. His cruel 
digits scraped against her inner walls, ruthlessly, and the creamy 
lubricating juice began to flow from her pit, from the mere friction alone. 

"Getting her ready, Max, ready for you, boy," he laughed cruelly. "Just you 
wait, pal, she's gonna be nice and wet for you in just a few minutes!" 

The dog was bounding around his master and the kneeling woman, yelping with 
excitement now. His cock was quaking back and forth between his legs, still 
thick and hard, bright pink with its erection. 

The crowd could not believe it, when Sam pulled his fingers from his wife's 
pussy, and came around in front of her. He pulled her head up by the hair 
and grinned at her savagely, now. 

"You guide old Max into you, bitch," he hissed at her viciously. "And suck 
on my prick at the same time, see? Both of us are gonna come in you, pig, 
both of us at the same, God damn time!" 

Gasping with horror and shame, the woman nodded as her husband thrust his 
groin at her face, and the dog began to mount her at the same time. She 
opened her mouth wide to accept Sam's cock, and reached behind her for the 
animal's throbbing prong. 

To Lydia, nothing mattered now but getting this disgusting and horrible 
event over as soon as possible. She' grasped hold of Max's long, thick spear 
and tugged it toward her pussy, while Sam thrust his prick deep into her 
throat in the same moment. 

She gagged as she felt the cock slithering down her tight, moist tunnel. She 
choked and frantically relaxed the muscles of her warm, silken tube, then 
groaned as Max found her cunt with his thrusting shaft. 

The crowd hissed in horror as they watched the beast thrusting into the 
woman's pussy. The dog was leaning over her body, now, pumping wildly in and 
out of her pit, even as she began to bob her head up and down on her 
husband's tool. 

Both cock's began to slide in and out of her, then, thick, hot and pounding, 
they rammed into her mouth and cunt with savage fury. There was little that 
she could do other than quake and tremble, enduring the ruthless, obscene 
thrusts. 

Max barked and yelped, pounding his prick into the woman's pussy with a 
primal fury. He whimpered and shuddered as he ravaged her pit, thrusting his 
belly against her buttocks as he fucked her wildly. 

Sam held his wire's head tightly in his hands, rocking back and forth as he 
slid his meat in and out of her sucking mouth. His flesh throbbed with 
pleasure and he laughed at the indignity she was suffering in front of the 
imprisoned guests. 

"Fuck the dog, bitch, suck my cock," he moaned thickly. He drove his prick 
deep into her throat and shivered uncontrollably as her lips and teeth 
locked hard around the buried spear. "Yeah, get us both off, you pig, both 
of us, now!" 

The dog slammed into her cunt, ruthlessly, now, barking and pumping 
completely out of control. Lydia could feel the creature's tool swelling 
thickly in her cunt, growing harder and hotter as its orgasm neared. 

Her husband pumped his prick back and forth along the velvet canal of her 
throat, and she felt his shaft, too, expanding to the point of bursting 
against her lips. She sucked as hard as she could on the cock, and used her 
cunt muscles to urge the dog on, rocking with the sheer force of their 
thrusting attack. 

Suddenly the dog was barking loudly, pumping his prick into her in a frenzy. 
She felt the hot burst of come spurting from its prick, searing the flesh of 
her pussy and she realized with shame and humiliation that the rest of the 
room could see his climax, clearly, then. 

Sam laughed in delight and rammed his cock. into her throat once more, even 
as the beast was still coming in Lydia's pit. He groaned and shuddered, then 
the come began to spurt from his rod, also. 

"Suck it up, pig. I'm coming, now," he moaned, pumping his bursting tool in 
and out of her mouth, wildly. "Swallow it, whore, swallow every drop of my 
come!" 

Gulping frantically. Lydia swallowed as much of her husband's seed as she 
could. She moaned under the continuing attack of the dog at her pussy, 
sobbing as the bitter-tasting semen invaded her mouth from Sam's spurting 
weapon. 

After another moment, the dog leaped away from her, and a few seconds later, 
Sam pushed her away, rudely. She gagged as she fell to the floor, choking 
and sobbing with the come dripping from her mouth and cunt. 


THE END
